O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Christopher Marlowe
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Christopher Marlowe
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Christopher Marlowe
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
Love Quotes
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.