Infinite riches in a little room.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEInfinite riches in a little room.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWECut 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEVirginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEYou must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAbove our life we love a steadfast friend.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll places shall be hell that are not heaven.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEIt lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWETill swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEUnhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEHell 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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEJigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWELone women, like to empty houses, perish.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEReligion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThings that are not at all, are never lost.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEI am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll women are ambitious naturally.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE