Quote #27
Comparisons are odious.
More from Christopher Marlowe
- Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man.
- I'm armed with more than complete steel,- The justice of my quarrel.
- O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
- 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 lip…
- My heart is harden'd, I cannot repent.
- Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be.
- When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
- What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera: What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu!