It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEThe stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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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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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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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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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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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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Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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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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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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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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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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There is no sin but ignorance.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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