50 Great Quotes By Christopher Marlowe, One Of The Greatest Playwrights
Famous As: Playwright, Poet
Born On: 1564
Died On: 1593
Born In: Canterbury, Kent, England
Died At Age: 29
Christopher Marlowe was an English poet, translator and playwright, who lived in the Elizabethan era and is regarded as the most capable playwright of his era. He studied at The King’s School and then went on to study at Corpus Christi College at University of Cambridge, from where he received his BA degree in 1584. He went on to acquire a post graduate degree as well. His career as playwright started off with the play titled ‘Dido, Queen of Carthage’ which was published in 1594. Other noted works that belong to Marlowe include ‘Tamburlaine the Great’, ‘The Jew of Malta’, ‘Edward the Second’, ‘The Massacre of Paris’ and ‘Doctor Faustus’ among others. The plays were all popular and his work and writings inspired his contemporaries. Perhaps the most sought-after playwright in the English language, William Shakespeare owes his evolution to this great playwright. Marlowe was also a poet and some of his noted poems include ‘The Passionate Shepherd of His Love’, ‘Hero and Leander’ and the translated works of Ovid titled ‘Amores’. He also translated Lucan’s ‘Pharsalia’. Marlowe was definitely one of the leading lights of his generation and his works, writings, poems and thoughts are till date quoted by people. Here is a collection of notable quotes by Christopher Marlowe. These quotes have been excerpted from his popular plays and writings.
If we say that we have no sin,
We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us.
Why then belike we must sin,
And so consequently die.
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Christopher Marlowe
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Christopher Marlowe
But what are kings, when regiment is gone,
But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
- Edward II, 5.1
Christopher Marlowe
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd in one self place; but where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.
Christopher Marlowe
FAUSTUS: Where are you damn’d?
MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell.
FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.
Christopher Marlowe
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,
I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood
Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's,
Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Christopher Marlowe
Bene disserer est finis logices.
(The end of logic is to dispute well.)
Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies...