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Christopher Marlowe quotes - page 2
Like untuned golden strings all women are, Which long time lie untouch'd, will harshly jar. Vessels of brass, oft handled, brightly shine.
Christopher Marlowe
There is no sin but ignorance.
Christopher Marlowe
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike.
Christopher Marlowe
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.
Christopher Marlowe
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
Christopher Marlowe
Confess and be hanged.
Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Christopher Marlowe
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Christopher Marlowe
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Christopher Marlowe
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Christopher Marlowe
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Christopher Marlowe
I am Envy... I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Christopher Marlowe
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.
Christopher Marlowe
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.
Christopher Marlowe
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Christopher Marlowe
What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may best beseem his holiness.
Christopher Marlowe
p>Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.
Christopher Marlowe
What strange arts necessity finds out.
Christopher Marlowe
My swelling heart for very anger breaks.
Christopher Marlowe
A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye, A brow for love to banquet royally.
Christopher Marlowe
You sons of care, companions of my course!
Christopher Marlowe
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