Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

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!

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.