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he was born in February, 1564, some two months before Shakespeare.
The most striking feature of Marlowe's dramas is the concentration of interest on an impressive central figure dominated by a single passion, the thirst for the unattainable.
and though lacking unity of structure, yet presents the career and fate of the hero with great power, and contains in the speech to Helen of Troy and in the dying utterance of Faustus two of the most superb passages of poetry in the English language.
His waxen wings [6] did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow;
Yet art thou still but Faustus and a man. Couldst thou make men to live eternally, Or, being dead, raise them to life again, Then this profession were to be esteem'd.
"The reward of sin is death." That's hard. [Reads.] Si peccasse negamus fallimur et nulla est in nobis veritas. "If we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why then, belike we must sin and so consequently die.
Divinity, adieu These metaphysics of magicians And necromantic books are heavenly;
O what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence Is promised to the studious artisan!
A sound magician is a mighty god: Here, Faustus, try thy [17] brains to gain a deity.
Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile: 'Tis magic, magic, that hath ravish'd me.
Go, and return an old Franciscan friar; That holy shape becomes a devil best.
After reading like a bit of The Name of The Rose, I agree
Therefore the shortest cut for conjuring Is stoutly to abjure the Trinity, And pray devoutly to the Prince of Hell.
This word "damnation" terrifies not him, For he confounds hell in Elysium;
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.
O Faustus! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul.
Say he surrenders up to him his soul, So he will spare him four and twenty years,
Faust. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis.
Damn bro
Wherein is fix'd the love of Belzebub; To him I'll build an altar and a church, And offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes.
Ah so this is where it comes from
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
"Misery loves company."
