Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll women are ambitious naturally.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Love me little, love me long.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.
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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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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Now I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.
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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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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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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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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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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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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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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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