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
fall ocean soul
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found!
soul kingdoms comfort
Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)
stars giving soul
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
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.
die kiss kissing lord
Yet let me kiss my lord before I die, / And let me die with kissing of my lord.
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.
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!