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Live and die in Aristotle's works.
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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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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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!
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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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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I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
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