You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.— Christopher Marlowe
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do.
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.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife.
I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.
Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Love me little, love me long.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
Now I will show myselfTo have more of the serpent than the dove;That is--more knave than fool.
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Hell is just a frame of mind.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but innocence.
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.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!