Christopher Marlowe Quotes

My swelling heart for very anger breaks.

What should a priest do with so fair a house?
A prison may best beseem his holiness.

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

So, march away; and let due praise be given
Neither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.

Love me little, love me long.

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

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

Religion
Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

Things past recovery
Are hardly cured with exclamations.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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.

I count religion but a childish toy,
And hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore,
For both their worths shall equal him no more.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.