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

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

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

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

Confess and be hanged.

Confess and be hanged.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

What feeds me destroys me.

What feeds me destroys me.

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...

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

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

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand...

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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...

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand...

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand...