Had I As Many Souls As There

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, And Tell Me, What Good Will My Soul Do Thy Lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge His Kingdom. Faustus: Is That The Reason He Tempts Us Thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen Miseris Socios Habuisse Doloris. (it Is A Comfort To The Wretched To Have Companions In Misery)

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.