Love me little, love me long.

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.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

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!

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.