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.
— Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
What feeds me destroys me.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Accurst be he that first invented war.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
Confess and be hanged.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
