What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
Confess and be hanged.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.