Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEReligion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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Love me little, love me long.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
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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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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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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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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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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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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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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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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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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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