Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, as occasion serves.
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
All live to die, and rise to fall.