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.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

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!

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.