Christopher Marlowe

Dramatist and poet, 1564-1593

Cited as Marlowe. — 16 quotations

Divide that gold amongst you.

Shall move you to bereave my life.

I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes, Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.

And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging unto brokery.

Our painted fools and cockhorse peasantry.

Till she, o'ercome with anguish, shame, and rage, Danged down to hell her loathsome carriage.

Our words will but increase his ecstasy.

My factor sends me word, a merchant's fled That owes me for a hundred tun of wine.

Infinite riches in a little room.

A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow.

Ten thousand portagues, besides great pearls.

But what are kings, when regiment is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs.

His presence made the rudest peasant melt, That in the wild, uplandish country dwelt.

Let it work like Borgias' wine, Whereof his sire, the pope, was poisoned.

Look where the sister of the king of France Sits wringing of her hands, and beats her breast.