Christopher Marlowe Quotes

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

Confess and be hanged.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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

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.

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Infinite riches in a little room.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

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

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

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

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.

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.

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.

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

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

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

Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove

Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Yet should there hover in their restless headsOne thought, one grace, one wonder at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.

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

Hell is just a frame of mind.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

But what are kings, when regiment is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper bloodAssure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

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! -

And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.

To undo a Jew is charity and not sin.

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.

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