| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Marlowe |
| | | | Fair eldest child of love, thou spotless night! |
| Empress of silence, and the queen of sleep; |
| Who, with thy black cheek’s pure complexion, |
| Mak’st lovers’ eyes enamour’d of thy beauty. |
| 1 |
| | Hell has no limits, nor is circumscribed |
| In one self place; but where we are is hell |
| And where hell is, there must we ever be; |
| And to be short, when all the world dissolves, |
| And every creature shall be purified, |
| All places shall be hell that are not heaven. |
| 2 |
| | Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do; |
| * * * honour is not won, |
| Until some honourable deed be done. |
| 3 |
| | The wondrous architecture of the world, |
| And measure every wandering planet’s course, |
| Still climbing after knowledge infinite, |
| And always moving as the restless spheres, |
| Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest |
| Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, |
| That perfect bliss and sole felicity, |
| The sweet fruition of a heavenly crown. |
| 4 |
| | When the world dissolves, |
| And every creature shall be purified, |
| All places shall be hell that are not heaven. |
| 5 |
| All places shall be hell that are not heaven. | 6 |
| And I will make the beds of roses. | 7 |
| Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. | 8 |
| Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. | 9 |
| Goodness is beauty in its best estate. | 10 |
| He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil. | 11 |
| Infinite riches in a little room. | 12 |
| Love me little, love me long. | 13 |
| The prince of darkness is a gentleman. | 14 | | |
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