Top 76 Quotes & Sayings by Christopher Marlowe

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English dramatist Christopher Marlowe.
Last updated on December 21, 2024.
Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit Marlowe, was an English playwright, poet and translator of the Elizabethan era. Marlowe is among the most famous of the Elizabethan playwrights. Based upon the "many imitations" of his play Tamburlaine, modern scholars consider him to have been the foremost dramatist in London in the years just before his mysterious early death. Some scholars also believe that he greatly influenced William Shakespeare, who was baptised in the same year as Marlowe and later succeeded him as the pre-eminent Elizabethan playwright. Marlowe was the first to achieve critical reputation for his use of blank verse, which became the standard for the era. His plays are distinguished by their overreaching protagonists. Themes found within Marlowe's literary works have been noted as humanistic with realistic emotions, which some scholars find difficult to reconcile with Marlowe's "anti-intellectualism" and his catering to the prurient tastes of his Elizabethan audiences for generous displays of extreme physical violence, cruelty, and bloodshed.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Our swords shall play the orators for us. — © Christopher Marlowe
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
What feeds me destroys me.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Accursed be he that first invented war. — © Christopher Marlowe
Accursed be he that first invented war.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Confess and be hanged.
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.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
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.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do. — © Christopher Marlowe
Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
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.
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Love me little, love me long.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
Strike up the drum and march courageously. — © Christopher Marlowe
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Infinite riches in a little room.
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.
All women are ambitious naturallie
Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
All live to die, and rise to fall.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
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