Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight? — Christopher Marlowe
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay. — Christopher Marlowe
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves. — Christopher Marlowe
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell. — Christopher Marlowe
O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found! — Christopher Marlowe
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it. — Christopher Marlowe
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life. — Christopher Marlowe
Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray. — Christopher Marlowe