Christopher Marlowe Quotations

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.