Christopher Marlowe Quotes

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

There is no sin but ignorance.

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.

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.

What feeds me destroys me.

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.

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

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

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.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Love me little, love me long.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

All women are ambitious naturallie

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?