Christopher Marlowe Quotes and Quotations
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! -
And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
To undo a Jew is charity, and not sin.
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.
Tush! These are trifles, and mere old wives' tales.