It lies not in our power to love or hate, / For will in us is overruled by fate.
The couplet comes just after Hero and Leander first see each other at a festival of Venus. Marlowe left the poem unfinished when he died in 1593, and George Chapman completed it for publication in 1598.
Come live with me and be my love, / And we will all the pleasures prove.
Ah, Faustus, / Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, / And then thou must be damn’d perpetually!
Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend / The wondrous architecture of the world, / And measure every wandering planet’s course, / Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, / Awake for ever in a sweet unrest.