All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

He Must Have A Long Spoon That Eats With The Devil.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.