I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

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Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

What feeds me destroys me.

What feeds me destroys me.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of...

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of...

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove,...

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove,...

Confess and be hanged.

Confess and be hanged.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first...

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first...

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.