What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.