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And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Things senseless live by art, and rational die
By rude contempt of art and industry.
--Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Yet should there hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
A little more than kin, a little less than kind.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)
----Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing