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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.
Christopher Marlowe
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You sons of care, companions of my course!
Christopher Marlowe
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Pray for me! and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
Christopher Marlowe
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Things past recoveryAre hardly cured with exclamations.
Christopher Marlowe
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Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Christopher Marlowe
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Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Christopher Marlowe
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Accurst be he that first invented war.
Christopher Marlowe
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What feeds me destroys me.
Christopher Marlowe
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Christopher Marlowe
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
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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.
Christopher Marlowe
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While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Christopher Marlowe
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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Christopher Marlowe
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Like untuned golden strings all women are,Which long time lie untouch'd, will harshly jar.Vessels of brass, oft handled, brightly shine.
Christopher Marlowe
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What should a priest do with so fair a house?A prison may best beseem his holiness.
Christopher Marlowe
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What strange arts necessity finds out.
Christopher Marlowe
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What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Christopher Marlowe
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Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Christopher Marlowe
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A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye,A brow for love to banquet royally.
Christopher Marlowe
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Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Christopher Marlowe
