Accurst be he that first invented war.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWENothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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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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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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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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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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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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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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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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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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