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Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.

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
Honour
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Honor

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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
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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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