Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWELive and die in Aristotle’s works.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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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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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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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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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Religion! 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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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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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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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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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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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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