Christopher Marlowe

“You sons of care, companions of my course!”

“Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.”

“What strange arts necessity finds out.”

“Time passeth swift away;<br />Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.”

“Our swords shall play the orators for us.”

“Accurst be he that first invented war.”

“Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore,<br />For both their worths shall equal him no more.”

“I count religion but a childish toy,<br />And hold there is no sin but ignorance.”

“And thus methinks should men of judgment frame<br />Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,<br />And, as their wealth increaseth, so inclose<br />Infinite riches in a little room.”

“Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.”

“Things past recovery<br />Are hardly cured with exclamations.”

“<p>Come live with me and be my Love,<br />And we will all the pleasures prove<br />That hills and valleys, dales and fields,<br />Or woods or steepy mountain yields.</p><p>And we will sit upon the rocks,<br />And see the shepherds feed their flocks<br />By shallow rivers, to whose falls<br />Melodious birds sing madrigals.</p>And I will make thee beds of roses<br />And a thousand fragrant posies.”