Christopher Marlowe

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Love always makes those eloquent that have it.

All women are ambitious naturally.

Like untuned golden strings all women are, Which long time lie untouch'd, will harshly jar. Vessels of brass, oft handled, brightly shine.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

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

A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye, A brow for love to banquet royally.

He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall.

Pray for me! and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!

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

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be.

And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes, Be proof of my grief and innocency.

My swelling heart for very anger breaks.

What should a priest do with so fair a house? A prison may best beseem his holiness.

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

So, march away; and let due praise be given Neither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.

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

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

Things past recovery Are hardly cured with exclamations.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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

Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore, For both their worths shall equal him no more.

Accurst be he that first invented war.