Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.