Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.