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Christopher Marlowe Quote - The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

Christopher Marlowe

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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
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
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Couple Love See
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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Born Respect Spring Virtue
I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Fight Justice Myself Preparation War Weapon
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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God Happiness Hell Ourselves Religious Spirit
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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Bold Occasion Proud Service
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Brave King Ride Success
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
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Heaven Himself Reach Wings
Infinite riches in a little room.
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Infinite One Liner Rich Room
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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Happiness Hate Myself Poverty Respect Wealth
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Money Reason Wealth
Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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Cruelty Himself Love Man Prayer
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
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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Calm Life Silence Time
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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Myself Talk Violence
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Ourselves Play Sword

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