137 Quotes by Christopher Marlowe

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

Blood is the god of war's rich livery.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.

It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

All women are ambitious naturallie