Love me little, love me long.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
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!
Confess and be hanged.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.