I want to be like Christopher Marlowe: move to a foreign metropolis, spend all my time writing in cafes along along crowded streets and windy waterfronts, and live life as such a valiant bon vivant that my bad reputation is well-earned and deserved!
Marlow "moved to London, where he wrote plays and earned a bad reputation. He was hot-tempered and got into many fights, and may have continued to spy for the Crown on a part-time basis. He was also accused of being an atheist, and had reportedly left some blasphemous and heretical papers lying around a flat he shared with fellow playwright Thomas Kyd. Kyd was arrested and tortured in May 1593, and he told the authorities about the documents. Atheism - or heresy - was a serious crime, and people who were convicted of it were burned at the stake. A warrant was issued for Marlowe's arrest, but before the authorities could round him up, Marlowe was dead. He got into a fight in a Deptford inn, and was stabbed in the forehead. The fight was allegedly over the bar bill, but he was in the company of three men who also had ties to British espionage, so the actual story behind his death is unclear. He was just 29 years old."