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Christopher Marlowe Quote - Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Christopher Marlowe

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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Earth Nature Perfection Sweet
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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Lost Philosophy
All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Death Fall Live One Liner Rise
Infinite riches in a little room.
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Infinite One Liner Rich Room
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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Heaven Hell Influence Stars Yourself
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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Greatness Myself Religion Shame Simplicity Sound Thinking Word
I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Book Burn Jealous Myself Reading
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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Comfortable Misery Misfortune Poor
I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Fight Justice Myself Preparation War Weapon
Love me little, love me long.
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Long Love Myself
While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Love Money Position Price Yourself
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Mom Rhyme
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Burn Destruction Face Start War
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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Courage March Walk
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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Death Grace Hell Myself Unknown
Accurst be he that first invented war.
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Invention War
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Dance Field Man Myself
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
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Hate Love Myself World
If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
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Death Ourselves Sin Truth
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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Love Sight
Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
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Compare Marriage Reward Virgin Water
Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
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Appearance Fools Myself
Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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Blood God Rich War
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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Born Respect Spring Virtue
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
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Hell Limitation Oneself Place
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Death Earth Grave Place
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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Fate Hate Love Lying Ourselves Power

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