“Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.”
“O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.”
Christopher Marlowe
“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 ev...”
Christopher Marlowe
“Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove”
Christopher Marlowe
“You sons of care, companions of my course!”
Christopher Marlowe
“What strange arts necessity finds out.”
Christopher Marlowe