The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

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

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, And Tell Me, What Good Will My 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 To Have Companions In Misery)

There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

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