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
die kiss kissing lord
Yet let me kiss my lord before I die, / And let me die with kissing of my lord.
dies
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
fall dies
All live to die, and rise to fall.
grace hell strive
Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast. What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
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.
art men faustus
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
kings grief men
The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.
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.
wine water prize
Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.
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.