... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our… — 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
