What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

What feeds me destroys me.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.