That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThat perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEFools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEMy men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEI count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll women are ambitious naturally.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWETime doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHad I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEReligion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEStrike up the drum and march courageously.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEIt lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEVirtue is the fount whence honour springs.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhere both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWELone women, like to empty houses, perish.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWho ever loved that loved not at first sight?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEJigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE