All Places Shall Be Hell That Are

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

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!

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.