Christopher Marlowe Quotes

And to this day is every scholar poor; Gross gold from them runs headlong to the boor.

And as she wept, her tears to pearl he turned, And wound them on his arm, and for her mourned.

Virginity, albeit some highly prize it, Compared with marriage, had you tried them both, Differs as much as wine and water doth.

His body was as straight as Circe’s wand; Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand.

So lovely fair was Hero, Venus’ nun, As Nature wept, thinking she was undone.

Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis.