Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)

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

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

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

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good willmy 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...

But what are kings, when regiment is gone,But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1

Money can’t buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?

Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove

Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,Where we are tortured and remain forever.Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribedIn one self place, for where we are is hell,And where hell is must we ever be.And,...

Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think’st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,Or wither’d leaves that autumn shaketh down,Yet would the Soldan by his conquering powerSo scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a...

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Accursed be he that first invented war.

Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat – O that there would come a famine...

I am Envy…I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.