Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.