I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWECome 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.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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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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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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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
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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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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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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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It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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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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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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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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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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