Christopher Marlowe

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,I cut mine arm, and with my proper bloodAssure my soul to be great Lucifer's,Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

What virtue is it that is born with us?Much less can honor be ascribed thereto,Honor is purchased by the deeds we do.Believe me, Hero, honor is not won,Until some honorable deed be done.----From __ero and Leander, Sestiad I

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air____ Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;____ Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter____ When he appear'd to hapless Semele;____ More lovely than the monarch of the sky____ In wanton Arethusa's azur'd armsExcerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. __he Tragical History of Doctor Faustus

But what are kings, when regiment is gone,But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

YOUNG MORTIMER:Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace,Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name,Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall,And welter in thy gore.LANCASTER:Monster of men!That, like the Greekish strumpet, train'd to armsAnd bloody wars so many valiant knights;Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death!King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,Where we are tortured and remain forever.Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribedIn one self place, for where we are is hell,And where hell is must we ever be.And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,And every creature shall be purified,All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good willmy soul do thy lord?Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom.Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus?Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.(It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.)

Make me immortal with a kiss.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.