Infinite riches in a little room.
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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Love me little, love me long.
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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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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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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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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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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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Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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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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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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