All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
– Christopher Marlowe
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
– Christopher Marlowe
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd one self place; for where we are is Hell, and where Hell is, there must we ever be.
– Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
– Christopher Marlowe
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
– Christopher Marlowe
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
– Christopher Marlowe
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
– Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
– Christopher Marlowe
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
– Christopher Marlowe
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
– Christopher Marlowe
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
– Christopher Marlowe
I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance. Birds of the air will tell of murders past. I am asham'd to hear such fooleries!
– Christopher Marlowe
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
– Christopher Marlowe
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.