There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

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

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

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.