Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Is this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast.

Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.

All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

I am a man, and I have a soul, and I have a heart, and I have a brain.

Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.

Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia! What, can ye draw but twenty miles a day?

I'll burn the bowels of the commonwealth, And turn the world into a wilderness.

The thirst of gold, that not to be quenched.

Infinite riches in a little room.

I am not of the tribe of Levi, I am of the tribe of Judah.

For when we are in hell, and find no ease, But still increase of endless torments there, Who would not buy the freedom of his soul, With all the treasure that the world contains?

Think'st 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?

O, what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honor, of omnipotence, Is promised to the studious artisan!

A sound magician is a mighty god.

The God thou serv'st is thine own appetite.

To live and die in hell, and heaven to see.

See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!