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
forth heaven immortal kisses-and-kissing lips soul suck sweet
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.
forth heaven immortal lips soul suck sweet
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.
heaven world hell
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
heaven hell faustus
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
joy heaven world
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
wings self heaven
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
art beauty clad evening fairer stars thou thousand
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars
immortal kiss kisses-and-kissing sweet
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss
infinite riches wealth
As their wealth increaseth, so enclose / Infinite riches in a little room.
bare cease hour midnight stand thou time
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live / And then thou must be damned perpetually! / Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,/ That time may cease and midnight never come.
death draw foggy hath influence labouring stars whose
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.
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.