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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWho 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEO, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWENow I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWETill swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHonour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEJigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEBlood is the god of war’s rich livery.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWECut 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWENothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEO soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHe that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEReligion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThat perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEGoodness is beauty in the best estate.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEInfinite riches in a little room.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhen all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE