That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

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)

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.