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
life long littles
Love me little, love me long.
love life yield
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
life proud now-and-then
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.
infinite riches wealth
As their wealth increaseth, so enclose / Infinite riches in a little room.
burn ugly
Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!
die kiss kissing lord
Yet let me kiss my lord before I die, / And let me die with kissing of my lord.
art beauty clad evening fairer stars thou thousand
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars
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.
immortal kiss kisses-and-kissing sweet
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss
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!