Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.