Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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!
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Love me little, love me long.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.