What feeds me destroys me.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

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

FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.