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I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurour and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!
William Shakespeare , King Lear
What ho, hostess! Where be these whores?
Christopher Marlowe
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy
eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
I wish, grave governor, 'twere in my power
To favour you; but 'tis my father's cause,
Wherein I may not, nay, I dare not dally.
Christopher Marlowe
Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.
William Shakespeare, King Lear