Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
- In one self place; but where we are is hell,
- And where hell is, there must we ever be.
- If we say that we have no sin
- We deceive ourselves, and there is no truth in us.
- Why then, belike, we must sin,
- And consequently die.
- Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
- Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
- Think'st thou that I saw the face of God
- And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
- Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
- In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
- What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,
- What will be, shall be? Divinity, adeau!
- He that is grounded in astrology,
- Enrich'd with tongues, well seen in minerals,
- Hath all the principles magic doth require.
How! My soul to the devil for a shoulder of mutton, though 'twere blood-raw! Not so, good friend: by'r lady, I had need have it well roasted, and good sauce to it, if I pay so dear.
Marriage is but a ceremonial toy.
- Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast.
- What shall I do to shun the snares of death?
- Thinkest thou heaven is such a glorious thing?
- I tell thee, 'tis not half so fair as thou,
- Or any man that breathes on earth.
I am Pride. I disdain to have any parents. I am like to Ovid's flea; I can creep into every corner of a wench; sometimes, like a perriwig, I sit upon her brow; or, like a fan of feathers, I kiss her lips; indeed, I do--what do I not? But, fie, what a scent is here! I'll not speak another word, except the ground were perfumed, and covered with cloth of arras.
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt. I am lean with seeing others eat. O, that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone! Then thou shouldst see how fat I would be.
- Time doth run with calm and silent foot,
- Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
- Ah, stay, good Faustus, stay thy desperate steps!
- I see an angel hovers o'er thy head,
- And, with a vial full of precious grace,
- Offers to pour the same into thy soul:
- Then call for mercy, and avoid despair.
- My God, my God, look not so fierce on me!
- Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while!
- Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!
- I'll burn my books!--Ah, Mephistophilis!
When all is done, divinity is best.
- Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
- And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,
- That sometime grew within this learned man.
- Faustus is gone. Regard his hellish fall,
- Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise
- Only to wonder at unlawful things,
- Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits,
- To practise more than heavenly power permits.
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