All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEO soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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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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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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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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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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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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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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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
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