The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Ah Fair Zenocrate, Divine Zenocrate, Fair Is Too Foul An Epithet For Thee.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

Faustus. Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistophilis. By Him I'll Be Great Emperor Of The World, And Make A Bridge Thorough The Moving Air, To Pass The Ocean With A Band Of Men; I'll Join The Hills That Bind The Afric Shore, And Make That Country Continent To Spain, And Both Contributory To My Crown: The Emperor Shall Not Live But By My Leave, Nor Any Potentate Of Germany. Now That I Have Obtain'd What I Desir'd, I'll Live In Speculation Of This Art, Till Mephistophilis Return Again.