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And a thousand fragrant posies.
— Christopher Marlowe
playwright, poet, translator, writer
1564 – 1593
And a thousand fragrant posies.
You sons of care, companions of my course!
Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.
What strange arts necessity finds out.
Time passeth swift away;Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore,For both their worths shall equal him no more.
I count religion but a childish toy,And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
And thus methinks should men of judgment frameInfinite riches in a little room.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Things past recoveryAre hardly cured with exclamations.
ReligionHides many mischiefs from suspicion.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.
Thou hast committed—And besides, the wench is dead.
So, march away; and let due praise be givenNeither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.
My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,Shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay.
What should a priest do with so fair a house?A prison may best beseem his holiness.
My swelling heart for very anger breaks.
And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,Be proof of my grief and innocency.
Che serà, serà:What will be, shall be.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'dAnd where hell is, there must we ever be.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
When all the world dissolves,All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Pray for me! and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall.
A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye,A brow for love to banquet royally.
It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is overruled by fate.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Like untuned golden strings all women are,Vessels of brass, oft handled, brightly shine.
All women are ambitious naturally.
Love always makes those eloquent that have it.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Come live with me and be my Love,
All live to die, and rise to fall.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
