Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

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!

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.