Quote by Christopher Marlowe Download Open image “Confess and be hanged.” — Christopher Marlowe ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
Confess your sins to the Lord and you will be forgiven; confess them to man and you will be laughed at. — Josh Billings Copy Share Image
Confess your sins to the Lord, and you will be forgiven; confess them to men, and you will be laughed at — Josh Billings Copy Share Image
The price of confessing is to be confronted with the truth of who you are - you have to bear your faults, your frailties. — Connie Nielsen Copy Share Image
“You know... confessing to avoid prosecution is a time-honored strategy. I don't want to be honored with time. Honor me with "slap-on-the-wrist," or maybe… — Howard Tayler Copy Share Image
Strive always to confess your sins with a deep knowledge of your own wretchedness and with clarity and purity. — John of the Cross 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
