Quotes
Quotes - Marlowe
Comparisons are odious.
I 'm armed with more than complete steel,--
The justice of my quarrel.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Infinite riches in a little room.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.
Love me little, love me long.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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!
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.
If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
I am Envy. I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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!--
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.
Now I will show myself To have more of the serpent than the dove; That is--more knave than fool.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodies birds sing madrigals.
Infinite riches in a little room.
