More from Christopher Marlowe

  1. Where death cuts off the progress of his pomp And murderous fates throw all his triumphs down.
  2. Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore, For both their worths shall equal him no more.
  3. From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you…
  4. Come, let us march against the powers of heaven, And set black streamers in the firmament, To signify the slaughter of the gods.
  5. And sooner shall the sun fall from his sphere Than Tamburlaine be slain or overcome.
  6. I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
  7. Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles? Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, And ride in triumph through Perse…
  8. Infinite riches in a little room.

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