1. 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 mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
L’Amoureux Berger à sa bergère

Viens vivre avec moi, viens sois mes amours,
Et nous goûterons plaisirs tous les jours,
Que peuvent donner bosquets ou vallées
Ou monts escarpés, ou bois ou feuillées;

Nous nous assiérons au pic des rochers,
Et lors nous verrons de loin les bergers,
À leurs...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
Love

From “Hero and Leander”
  IT lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-ruled by fate.
When two are stript long e’er the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or craggy mountains yield.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
The School of War

From “Tamburlaine”
  TAMBURLAINE.—But now, my boys, leave off and list to me,
That mean to teach you rudiments of war:
I ’ll have you learn to sleep upon the ground,
March in your armor through watery fens,
Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold,...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
Hero’s Beauty

From the First Sestiad of “Hero and Leander”
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,...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe
Első látásra

Nem vagy ura, hogy gyűlölj vagy szeress,
mert vágyad vize hajt, s az végzetes.
Ha két futó feszeng verseny előtt,
te választasz már vesztest vagy nyerőt.
S ha két egyforma aranyrúd világít,
úgy érzed, az egyik szebben világlik.
Szemünkön át hatol belénk...

Poet: Christopher Marlowe