FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a band of men; I'll join the hills that bind the Afric shore, And make that country continent to Spain, And both contributory to my crown: The Emperor shall not live but by my leave, Nor any potentate of Germany. Now that I have obtain'd what I desir'd, I'll live in speculation of this art, Till Mephistophilis return again.

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

Love me little, love me long.