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Christopher Marlowe Quote - My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

Christopher Marlowe

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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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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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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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Grief King Man Privacy
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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Change Fall Ocean Water
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Influence Oneself Relationship
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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Earth Nature Perfection Sweet
Love me little, love me long.
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Long Love Myself
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
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Brave King Ride Success
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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Happiness Live Love Nature
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
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Disappear Empty Lonely Woman
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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Move Stars Time
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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Friendship Life Love Ourselves
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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Myself Soul Stars
Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.
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Blood God Rich War
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Death Live Work
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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Heaven Himself Reach Wings

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