Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives' tales.

— Christopher Marlowe

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

— Christopher Marlowe

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen makes me immortal with a kiss. - Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies! -

— Christopher Marlowe

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

— Christopher Marlowe

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

— Christopher Marlowe

What virtue is it that is born with us? Much less can honor be ascribed thereto, Honor is purchased by the deeds we do. Believe me, Hero, honor is not won, Until some honorable deed be done.----From “Hero and Leander, ESTIA I

— Christopher Marlowe

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

— Christopher Marlowe

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

— Christopher Marlowe

Yet should there hover in their restless headstone thought, one grace, one wonder at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.

— Christopher Marlowe

YOUNG MORTIMER:Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace, Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils, Base flatterer, yield! And were it not for shame, Shame and dishonor to a soldier's name, Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall, And welter in thy gore.LANCASTER:Monster of men! That, like the Greenish strumpet, train'd to Armand bloody wars so many valiant knights;Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death! King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

— Christopher Marlowe