Christopher Marlowe Quotes - Page 2

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

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

What feeds me destroys me.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

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

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

Confess and be hanged.

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

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

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

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

Love me little, love me long.

FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.

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

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

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

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

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