Christopher Marlowe

“This tottered ensign of my ancestorsWhich swept the desert shore of that dead seaWhereof we got the name of Mortimer,Will I advance upon these castle-walls.Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!”

“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?”

“Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.”

“Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of everlasting bliss?”

“Thus Time, and all-states-ordering CeremonyHad banished all offense: Time’s golden thighUpholds the flowery body of the earthIn sacred harmony, and every birthOf men and actions makes legitimate,Being used aright. The use of time is Fate.---From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad III”

“What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?”

“Live and die in Aristotle's works.”

“I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.”

“Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.”

“I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.”

“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.”

“Accurst be he that first invented war.”