All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEJigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
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Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.
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Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.
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Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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