Christopher Marlowe

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Christopher Marlowe

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

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove.
Christopher Marlowe

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

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

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

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

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

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.
Christopher Marlowe

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Christopher Marlowe

Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Christopher Marlowe

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

Accursed be he that first invented war.
Christopher Marlowe

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Christopher Marlowe

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

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

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe

Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Christopher Marlowe

Accurst be he that first invented war.
Christopher Marlowe

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Christopher Marlowe

There is no sin but ignorance.
Christopher Marlowe

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

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

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.
Christopher Marlowe

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Christopher Marlowe

What feeds me destroys me.
Christopher Marlowe

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Christopher Marlowe

Confess and be hanged.
Christopher Marlowe