Quotes from Christopher Marlowe

Confess and be hanged.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

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

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!

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

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

There is no sin but ignorance.

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

Come live with me and be my love And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys groves or hills or fields Or woods and steepy mountains yield.

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. - Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies! -

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

To undo a Jew is charity, and not sin.

Tush! These are trifles, and mere old wives' tales.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

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

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

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

It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough, That sometime grew within this learnèd man.

I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leaped out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in hell - and look to it, for some of you shall be my father.

FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:

The mightiest kings have had their minions; Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus, stern Achilles drooped. And not kings only, but the wisest men: The Roman Tully loved Octavius, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades.

Philosophy is odious and obscure; Both law and physic are for petty wits; Divinity is basest of the three, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile. 'Tis magic, magic that hath ravished me.

Faustus: «Come, I think hell's a fable». Mephistopheles: «Ay, think so still, until experience change thy mind».