| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Christopher Marlowe. (15641593) |
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| 1 | | Comparisons are odious. 1 |
| Lusts Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 2 | I m armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. 2 |
| Lusts Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| 3 | | Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? 3 |
| Hero and Leander. |
| 4 | 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. |
| The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. |
| 5 | By shallow rivers, to whose falls 4 Melodious birds sing madrigals. |
| The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. |
| 6 | And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. |
| The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. |
| 7 | | Infinite riches in a little room. |
| The Jew of Malta. Act i. |
| 8 | | Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. |
| The Jew of Malta. Act i. |
| 9 | | Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; 5 that is, more knave than fool. |
| The Jew of Malta. Act ii. |
| 10 | | Love me little, love me long. 6 |
| The Jew of Malta. Act iv. |
| 11 | When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. |
| Faustus. |
| 12 | Was this the face that launchd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: 7 see, where it flies! |
| Faustus. |
| 13 | O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. |
| Faustus. |
| 14 | Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollos laurel bough, 8 That sometime grew within this learnèd man. |
| Faustus. |
| | Note 1. See Fortescue, Quotation 2. [back] | Note 2. Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. William Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2. [back] | Note 3. The same in Shakespeares As You Like It. Compare Chapman, Quotation 1. [back] | Note 4. To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sings madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. William Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans). [back] | Note 5. Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.Matthew x. 16. [back] | Note 6. See Heywood, Quotation 89. [back] | Note 7. Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips. Alfred Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3. [back] | Note 8. O, withered is the garland of the war! The soldiers pole is fallen. William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13. [back] |
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