Christopher Marlowe Quotes

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.

Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.

My swelling heart for very anger breaks.

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

My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay.

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

Accurst be he that first invented war.

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

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

You sons of care, companions of my course!

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

And thus methinks should men of judgment frame
Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,
And, as their wealth increaseth, so inclose
Infinite riches in a little room.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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