“Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough, That sometime grew within this learnèd man.” — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
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. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
“O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
“The mightiest kings have had their minions; Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus, stern Achilles drooped. And… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
“Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And melting heavens conspired his overthrow.” — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
“In summers heate and mid-time of the day To rest my limbes upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood,… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
“The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.” — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
