Christopher Marlowe. 1565-1593.
Comparisons are odious.[40:2]
Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I 'm armed with more than complete steel,—
The justice of my quarrel.[40:3]
Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40:4]
Hero and Leander.
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
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By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41:1]
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
Infinite riches in a little room.
The Jew of Malta. Act i.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
The Jew of Malta. Act i.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove;[41:2] that is, more knave than fool.
The Jew of Malta. Act ii.
Love me little, love me long.[41:3]
The Jew of Malta. Act iv.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Faustus.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul:[41:4] see, where it flies!
Faustus.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Faustus.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41:5]
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Faustus.
Footnotes
[40:2] See Fortescue, page 7.
[40:3]
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2.
[40:4] The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman, page 35.
[41:1]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans).
[41:2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.—Matthew x. 16.
[41:3] See Heywood, page 16.
[41:4]
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.
Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3.
[41:5]
O, withered is the garland of the war!
The soldier's pole is fallen.
Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13.
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