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<Author>Marlowe, Christopher</Author>
<Title>The Jew of Malta</Title>
<Edition>The Complete Works of Christopher Marlowe. Fredson Bowers, ed. Cambridge, England: The University Press, 1973</Edition>
<Date>1590</Date>
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<l> Mach. albeit the world think Machiavel is dead,</l>
<l>Yet was his soul but flown beyond the alps;</l>
<l>And, now the guise is dead, is come from france,</l>
<l>To view this land, and frolic with his friends.</l>
<l>To some perhaps my name is odious;</l>
<l>But such as love me guard me from their tongues,</l>
<l>And let them know that i am Machiavel,</l>
<l>And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words.</l>
<l>Admired i am of those that hate me most.</l>
<l>Though some speak openly against my books,</l>
<l>Yet will they read me and thereby attain</l>
<l>To peter's chair; and when they cast me off,</l>
<l>Are poisoned by my climbing followers.</l>
<l>I count religion but a childish toy</l>
<l>And hold . . .
