Quotes from Christopher Marlowe

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

Accursed be he that first invented war.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

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

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

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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.

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

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

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.

What feeds me destroys me.

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

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.