O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEWhy should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
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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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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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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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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
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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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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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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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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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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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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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