Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

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

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

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

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.