Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At

Faustus. [stabbing His Arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, For Love Of Thee, I Cut Mine Arm, And With My Proper Blood Assure My Soul To Be Great Lucifer's, Chief Lord And Regent Of Perpetual Night!

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

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.