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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Christopher Marlowe
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Christopher Marlowe
Age: 29 †
Born: 1564
Born: February 23
Died: 1593
Died: May 30
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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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Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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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.
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