He That Loves Pleasure Must For Pleasure

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!

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

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

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie