O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Christopher Marlowe Romantic
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Christopher Marlowe Art
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Christopher Marlowe Beauty
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. Christopher Marlowe Romantic
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day? Christopher Marlowe Power
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance. Christopher Marlowe Religion