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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.
Christopher Marlowe
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Christopher Marlowe
Age: 29 †
Born: 1564
Born: February 23
Died: 1593
Died: May 30
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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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: 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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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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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
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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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There is no sin but ignorance.
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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
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Fornication: but that was in another country And besides, the wench is dead.
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
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