Christopher Marlowe

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodies birds sing madrigals.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodies birds sing madrigals.

I am Envy. I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

I am Envy. I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after read more

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after all.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Now I will show myself
To have more of the serpent than the dove;
That is--more knave read more

Now I will show myself
To have more of the serpent than the dove;
That is--more knave than fool.