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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Christopher Marlowe
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Christopher Marlowe
Age: 29 †
Born: 1564
Born: February 23
Died: 1593
Died: May 30
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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
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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.
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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.
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Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
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What feeds me destroys me.
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Love me little, love me long.
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Now I will show myselfTo have more of the serpent than the doveThat is--more knave than fool.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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