Christopher Marlowe Quotes


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.

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

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

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

Accursed be he that first invented war.

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.

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

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

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

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!

Fools that will laugh on earth most weep in hell.

All women are ambitious naturallie

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

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

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

Things that are not at all are never lost.

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

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

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

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

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

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

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

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

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

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

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

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

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Heaven envious of our joys is waxen pale; And when we whisper then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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

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

More childish valorous than manly wise.

The stars move still time runs the clock will strike

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

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

What art thou Faustus but a man condemned to die?

Confess and be hanged.

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

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

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

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

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

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

All live to die and rise to fall.

TAMBURLAINE. [to BAJAZETH] Soft sir you must be dieted too much eating will make you surfeit. THERIDAMAS. So it would my lord specially having so smal a walke and so litle exercise.

What feeds me destroys me.

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

Lone women like to empty houses perish.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

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

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.

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

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.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

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

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

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

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.

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Infinite riches in a little room.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Make me immortal with a kiss.

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

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

Love me little love me long.

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

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

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

Our swords shall play the orators for us.