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Dialogue In Verse

_Jack._ Seest thou not yon farmer's son?

He hath stoln my love from me, alas!

What shall I do? I am undone;

My heart will ne'er be as it was.

O, but he gives her gay gold rings,

And tufted gloves [for] holiday,

And many other goodly things,

That hath stoln my love away.

Christopher Marlowe

In Obitum Honoratissimi Viri, Rogeri Manwood, Militis, Quaestorii Reginalis Capitalis Bareonis

NOCTIVAGI terror, ganeonis triste flagellum,

Et Jovis Alcides, rigido vulturque latroni,

Urna subtegitur. Scelerum, gaudete, nepotes!

Insons, luctifica sparsis cervice capillis,

Plange! fori lumen, venerandae gloria legis,

Occidit: heu, secum effoetas Acherontis ad oras

Multa abiit virtus. Pro tot virtutibus uni,

Livor, parce viro; non audacissimus esto

Christopher Marlowe

Fragment

I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,

Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint

The dullest sight with all the glorious prey

That in the pebble-paved channel lay.

No molten crystal, but a richer mine,

Even Nature's rarest alchymy ran there,--

Diamonds resolv'd, and substance more divine,

Through whose bright-gliding current might appear

Christopher Marlowe

Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad

By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,

Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.

He kissed her and breathed life into her lips,

Wherewith as one displeased away she trips.

Yet, as she went, full often looked behind,

And many poor excuses did she find

To linger by the way, and once she stayed,

And would have turned again, but was afraid,

Christopher Marlowe

Hero And Leander

It lies not in our power to love or hate,

For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.

hen two are stript long ere the course begin,

We wish that one should lose, the other win;

And one especially do we affect

Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:

The reason no man knows; let it suffice,

What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.

Christopher Marlowe

Lament For Zenocrate

Black is the beauty of the brightest day,

The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire,

That danced with glory on the silver waves,

Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams:

And all with faintness and for foul disgrace,

He binds his temples with a frowning cloud,

Ready to darken earth with endless night:

Zenocrate that gave him light and life,

Christopher Marlowe

Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad

On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,

In view and opposite two cities stood,

Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might;

The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair,

Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,

And offered as a dower his burning throne,

Where she should sit for men to gaze upon.

Christopher Marlowe

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?

from Hero and Leander

It lies not in our power to love, or hate,

For will in us is over-rulde by fate.

When two are stript long ere the course begin,

We wish that one should lose, the other win.

And one especially doo we affect,

Of two gold Ingots like in each respect,

The reason no man knowes, let it suffise,

Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

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.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Christopher Marlowe

The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

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 is in these lips,

And all is dross that is not Helena.

I will be Paris, and for love of thee,

Christopher Marlowe