All Places Shall Be Hell That Are

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

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

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

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?