What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Ah Fair Zenocrate, Divine Zenocrate, Fair Is Too Foul An Epithet For Thee.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

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