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What feeds me destroys me.

Christopher Marlowe

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Christopher Marlowe
Age: 29 †
Born: 1564
Born: February 23
Died: 1593
Died: May 30
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Canterbury
United Kingdom
Kit Marlowe
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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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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Confess and be hanged.
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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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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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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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.
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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