Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWEAll places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
More Christopher Marlowe Quotes
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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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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I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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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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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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He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
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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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While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.
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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!
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The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
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O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!
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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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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
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Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
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I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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Our swords shall play the orators for us.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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