The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon

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

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie

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!

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