137 Quotes by Christopher Marlowe

You stars that reigned at my nativity, / Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, / Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, / Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars

I'll have them fly to India for gold, / Ransack the ocean for orient pearl.

By shallow rivers to whose falls / Melodious birds sing madrigals.

For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die.

A greater subject fitteth Faustus’ wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz’d for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, The end of physic is our body’s health.

Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.