All women are ambitious naturallie

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.