Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

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Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

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...

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?

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

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

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Accursed be he that first invented war.

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

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...

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.

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

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

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...

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...

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.

There is no sin but ignorance.

There is no sin but ignorance.

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.

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.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Confess and be hanged.

Confess and be hanged.

What feeds me destroys me.

What feeds me destroys me.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Accurst be he that first invented war.