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Things that are not at all, are never lost.
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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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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Live and die in Aristotle's works.
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You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
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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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Make me immortal with a kiss.
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Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
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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)
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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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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.
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Fornication: but that was in another country And besides, the wench is dead.
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... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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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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My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
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Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.
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All live to die, and rise to fall.
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Infinite riches in a little room.
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
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