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)

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

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

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

Make me immortal with a kiss.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.