Christopher Marlowe

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Confess and be hanged.

What feeds me destroys me.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

There is no sin but ignorance.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.