Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, And Tell Me, What Good Will My Soul Do Thy Lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge His Kingdom. Faustus: Is That The Reason He Tempts Us Thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen Miseris Socios Habuisse Doloris. (it Is A Comfort To The Wretched To Have Companions In Misery)

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.