Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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!