I Count Religion But A Childish Toy,

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)

There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

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

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.