The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure Fall.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.