Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

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.

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

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

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.