Thus Time, and all-states-ordering CeremonyHad banished all offense: Time__ golden thighUpholds the flowery body of the earthIn sacred harmony, and every birthOf men and actions makes legitimate,Being used aright. The use of time is Fate.---From __ero and Leander, Sestiad III
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Christopher Marlowe
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Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
This tottered ensign of my ancestorsWhich swept the desert shore of that dead seaWhereof we got the name of Mortimer,Will I advance upon these castle-walls.Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of everlasting bliss?
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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.
Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives' tales.
Come live with me and be my love And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys groves or hills or fields Or woods and steepy mountains yield.
To undo a Jew is charity and not sin.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.
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. - Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies! -