And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. – Christopher Marlowe The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. – Christopher Marlowe
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be. – Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum? – Christopher Marlowe
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. – Christopher Marlowe
