John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Christopher Marlowe 1564-1593 John Bartlett
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Comparisons are odious. 1 | |
Lust’s Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. | |
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I ’m armed with more than complete steel,— The justice of my quarrel. 2 | |
Lust’s Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. | |
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? 3 | |
Hero and Leander. | |
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Come live with me, and be my love; And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. | |
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. | |
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By shallow rivers, to whose falls 4 Melodious birds sing madrigals. | |
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. | |
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And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. | |
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. | |
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Infinite riches in a little room. | |
The Jew of Malta. Act i. | |
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. | |
The Jew of Malta. Act i. | |
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Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; 5 that is, more knave than fool. | |
The Jew of Malta. Act ii. | |
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Love me little, love me long. 6 | |
The Jew of Malta. Act iv. | |
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When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. | |
Faustus. | |
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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: 7 see, where it flies! | |
Faustus. | |
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O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. | |
Faustus. | |
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Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo’s laurel bough, 8 That sometime grew within this learnèd man. | |
Faustus. |
Note 1. See Fortescue, Quotation 2. [back] |
Note 2. Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. William Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2. [back] |
Note 3. The same in Shakespeare’s As You Like It. Compare Chapman, Quotation 1. [back] |
Note 4. To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sings madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. William Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans). [back] |
Note 5. Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.—Matthew x. 16. [back] |
Note 6. See Heywood, Quotation 89. [back] |
Note 7. Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips. Alfred Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3. [back] |
Note 8. O, withered is the garland of the war! The soldier’s pole is fallen. William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13. [back] |