The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon

Confess And Be Hanged.

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

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

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.