You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEStrike up the drum and march courageously.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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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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Love me little, love me long.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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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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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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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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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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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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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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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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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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