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)

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

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

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

All live to die, and rise to fall.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.