“This tottered ensign of my ancestorsWhich swept the desert shore of that dead seaWhereof we got the name of Mortimer,Will I advance upon these castle-walls.Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!”

“O, thou art fairer than the evening air     Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;     Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter     When he appear'd to hapless Semele;     More lovely than the monarch of the sky     In wanton Arethusa's azur'd armsExcerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. “The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus”

“A third...candidate for Shakespearean authorship was Christopher Marlowe. He was the right age (just two months older than Shakespeare), had the requisite talent, and would certainly have had ample leisure after 1593, assuming he wasn't too dead to work.”

“While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.”

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

“What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?”

“Goodness is beauty in the best estate.”

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

“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?”

“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.”

“Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives' tales.”