3 December 2020 Christopher Marlowe O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
3 December 2020 Christopher Marlowe 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.
3 December 2020 Christopher Marlowe While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
3 December 2020 Christopher Marlowe I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
