Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

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

There is no sin but ignorance.

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

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.