Christopher Marlowe Quotes

Love always makes those eloquent that have it.

Time passeth swift away;
Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!

Things past recovery
Are hardly cured with exclamations.

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.

Thou hast committed—
Fornication: but that was in another country;
And besides, the wench is dead.

Like untuned golden strings all women are,
Which long time lie untouch'd, will harshly jar.
Vessels of brass, oft handled, brightly shine.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
In one self place; but where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.

Love me little, love me long.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye,
A brow for love to banquet royally.

All they that love not tobacco and boys are fools.

Che serà, serà:
What will be, shall be.