137 Quotes by Christopher Marlowe

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?

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

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

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

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.

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

Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia! / What, can ye draw but twenty miles a day?

Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?