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.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWENow I will show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; That is–more knave than fool.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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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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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
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More childish valorous than manly wise.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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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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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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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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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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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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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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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Love me little, love me long.
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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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It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
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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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