Christopher Marlowe Quotations

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

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

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

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.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

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

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

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

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

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

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

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

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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.

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

Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia! / What, can ye draw but twenty miles a day?

Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Infinite riches in a little room.

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

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.

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.

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

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

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!

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.

Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.

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.

Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.

Confess and be hanged.

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

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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

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

Accurst be he that first invented war.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

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

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

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

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

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

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.

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

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

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

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

All women are ambitious naturallie

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Now I will show myselfTo have more of the serpent than the dove;That is--more knave than fool.

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

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

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

Love me little, love me long.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

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

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

FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.

What feeds me destroys me.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

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

Make me immortal with a kiss.

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

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

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

There is no sin but ignorance.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

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

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!

Yet let me kiss my lord before I die, / And let me die with kissing of my lord.

As their wealth increaseth, so enclose / Infinite riches in a little room.

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live / And then thou must be damned perpetually! / Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,/ That time may cease and midnight never come.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, / Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, / Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, / Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars

I'll have them fly to India for gold, / Ransack the ocean for orient pearl.

By shallow rivers to whose falls / Melodious birds sing madrigals.

For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die.