What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEFools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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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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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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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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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Love me little, love me long.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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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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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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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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