Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit,

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.

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

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.