I Count Religion But A Childish Toy,

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

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.