Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe, also known as Kit Marlowe, was an English playwright, poet and translator of the Elizabethan era. Marlowe was the foremost Elizabethan tragedian of his day. He greatly influenced William Shakespeare, who was born in the same year as Marlowe and who rose to become the pre-eminent Elizabethan playwright after Marlowe's mysterious early death. Marlowe's plays are known for the use of blank verse and their overreaching protagonists...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionDramatist
Date of Birth26 February 1564
kings grief men
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
cutting men branches
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.
dance men feet
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
art men faustus
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
love men praying
Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.
burn ugly
Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!
grace hell strive
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
dies
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
riches rooms littles
Infinite riches in a little room.
fall ocean soul
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
unhappy spirit unhappiness
Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.
sin deceiving everlasting
If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
cutting night blood
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
christian poverty wealth
Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.