Christopher Marlowe

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

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

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

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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

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

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

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

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

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.

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.

Time doth run with calm and silent foot,_x000D_ _x000D_ Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

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.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

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

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

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

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