Quotes by Christopher Marlowe

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.

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

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good willmy 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.)

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.

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

Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,Where we are tortured and remain forever.Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribedIn one self place, for where we are is hell,And where hell is must we ever be.And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,And every creature shall be purified,All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

YOUNG MORTIMER:Thou proud disturber of thy countrys peace,Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,Shame and dishonour to a soldiers name,Upon my weapons point here shouldst thou fall,And welter in thy gore.LANCASTER:Monster of men!That, like the Greekish strumpet, traind to armsAnd bloody wars so many valiant knights;Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death!King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

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

O, thou art fairer than the evening air     Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;     Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter     When he appeard to hapless Semele;     More lovely than the monarch of the sky     In wanton Arethusas azurd armsExcerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. “The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

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

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

What virtue is it that is born with us?Much less can honor be ascribed thereto,Honor is purchased by the deeds we do.Believe me, Hero, honor is not won,Until some honorable deed be done.----From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad I

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 shouldst see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

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

Was this the face that launchd 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.