“Now, sweet God of heaven, Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit fot aye enthronised in heaven! Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or, if I live, let me forget myself!”
Quote by Christopher Marlowe
Book:Edward II
Work
Author
You May Also Like
Source: Kokoro
Source: Kafka on the Shore
Source: Katabasis
“Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.”
Source: The Wise Man's Fear
“Learning to live on less pride has been a great investment in my future.”
“Of all the forces in the universe, the hardest to overcome is the force of habit.”
Source: Johnny and the Dead
Source: a Song a Poem
Source: The Failure
Source: Metropolitan Life/Social Studies
