Christopher marlowe

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

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

All live to die, and rise to fall.

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.

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

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Love me little, love me long.

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

Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?

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

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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

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)

Infinite riches in a little room.

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

Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

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.

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

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

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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

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

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

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

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

Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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

Make me immortal with a kiss.

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

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

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

Now I will show myselfTo have more of the serpent than the dove;That is--more knave than fool.

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

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

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

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

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

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

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

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

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.

Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

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

What feeds me destroys me.

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

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.

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.

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

All women are ambitious naturallie

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

There is no sin but ignorance.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

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

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

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

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.

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

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.

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!

Confess and be hanged.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

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Christopher Marlowe: Biography and Life Work

Christopher Marlowe was a notable Playwright. The story of Christopher Marlowe began on 26 February 1564 . The legacy of Christopher Marlowe continues today, following their passing on 30 May 1593 in Deptford, Kent, England.

Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit Marlowe , was an English playwright, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era . Marlowe is among the most famous of the Elizabethan playwrights . Based upon the "many imitations" of his play Tamburlaine , modern scholars consider him to have been the foremost dramatist in London in the years just before his mysterious early death. Some scholars also believe that he greatly influenced William Shakespeare , who was baptised in the same year as Marlowe and later succeeded him as the preeminent Elizabethan playwright. Marlowe was the first to achieve critical reputation for his use of blank verse , which became the standard for the era. His plays are distinguished by their overreaching protagonists. Themes found within Marlowe's literary works have been noted as humanistic with realistic emotions, which some scholars find difficult to reconcile with Marlowe's " anti-intellectualism " and his catering to the prurient tastes of his Elizabethan audiences for generous displays of extreme physical violence, cruelty, and bloodshed.

Philosophical Views and Reflections

For his contemporaries in the literary world, Marlowe was above all an admired and influential artist. Within weeks of his death, George Peele remembered him as "Marley, the Muses' darling"; Michael Drayton noted that he "Had in him those brave translunary things / That the first poets had" and Ben Jonson even wrote of "Marlowe's mighty line". Thomas Nashe wrote warmly of his friend, "poor deceased Kit Marlowe," as did the publisher Edward Blount in his dedication of Hero and Leander to Sir Thomas Walsingham. Among the few contemporary dramatists to say anything negative about Marlowe was the anonymous author of the Cambridge University play The Return from Parnassus (1598) who wrote, "Pity it is that wit so ill should dwell, / Wit lent from heaven, but vices sent from hell".

In July 2002, a memorial window to Marlowe was unveiled by the Marlowe Society at Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey . Controversially, a question mark was added to his generally accepted date of death. On 25 October 2011 a letter from Paul Edmondson and Stanley Wells was published by The Times newspaper, in which they called on the Dean and Chapter to remove the question mark on the grounds that it "flew in the face of a mass of unimpugnable evidence". In 2012, they renewed this call in their e-book Shakespeare Bites Back , adding that it "denies history" and again the following year in their book Shakespeare Beyond Doubt .

Christopher Marlowe
Christopher marlowe

Christopher Marlowe: Biography and Life Work

Christopher Marlowe was a notable Playwright. The story of Christopher Marlowe began on 26 February 1564 . The legacy of Christopher Marlowe continues today, following their passing on 30 May 1593 in Deptford, Kent, England.

Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit Marlowe , was an English playwright, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era . Marlowe is among the most famous of the Elizabethan playwrights . Based upon the "many imitations" of his play Tamburlaine , modern scholars consider him to have been the foremost dramatist in London in the years just before his mysterious early death. Some scholars also believe that he greatly influenced William Shakespeare , who was baptised in the same year as Marlowe and later succeeded him as the preeminent Elizabethan playwright. Marlowe was the first to achieve critical reputation for his use of blank verse , which became the standard for the era. His plays are distinguished by their overreaching protagonists. Themes found within Marlowe's literary works have been noted as humanistic with realistic emotions, which some scholars find difficult to reconcile with Marlowe's " anti-intellectualism " and his catering to the prurient tastes of his Elizabethan audiences for generous displays of extreme physical violence, cruelty, and bloodshed.

Philosophical Views and Reflections

For his contemporaries in the literary world, Marlowe was above all an admired and influential artist. Within weeks of his death, George Peele remembered him as "Marley, the Muses' darling"; Michael Drayton noted that he "Had in him those brave translunary things / That the first poets had" and Ben Jonson even wrote of "Marlowe's mighty line". Thomas Nashe wrote warmly of his friend, "poor deceased Kit Marlowe," as did the publisher Edward Blount in his dedication of Hero and Leander to Sir Thomas Walsingham. Among the few contemporary dramatists to say anything negative about Marlowe was the anonymous author of the Cambridge University play The Return from Parnassus (1598) who wrote, "Pity it is that wit so ill should dwell, / Wit lent from heaven, but vices sent from hell".

In July 2002, a memorial window to Marlowe was unveiled by the Marlowe Society at Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey . Controversially, a question mark was added to his generally accepted date of death. On 25 October 2011 a letter from Paul Edmondson and Stanley Wells was published by The Times newspaper, in which they called on the Dean and Chapter to remove the question mark on the grounds that it "flew in the face of a mass of unimpugnable evidence". In 2012, they renewed this call in their e-book Shakespeare Bites Back , adding that it "denies history" and again the following year in their book Shakespeare Beyond Doubt .

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