Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWETill 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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Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Love me little, love me long.
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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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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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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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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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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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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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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
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