Christopher Marlowe

This word 'love' is like the sigh / Which in the wind seems to be dying.

From jigging veins of rhyming mother-wits, / And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay.

Let earth and heaven his timeless death deplore.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, / Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings.

I'll write a book of alchemy for thee.

The frame of heaven and earth, and all the powers therein.

A heart so timid, it trembles at a word.

Great wounds and sorrows call for like returns.

In the war of love, the first casualty is truth.

Aspire to the highest, and you shall achieve it.

The ripest fruit first falls.

Poetry is the music of the soul.

Theater is the mirror of life.

Ambition is the path to success.

Love's not time's fool.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise.

The mind's the standard of the man.

In dreams begins responsibility.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed.