He That Loves Pleasure Must

Faustus. [stabbing His Arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, For Love Of Thee, I Cut Mine Arm, And With My Proper Blood Assure My Soul To Be Great Lucifer's, Chief Lord And Regent Of Perpetual Night!

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.