Is It Not Passing Brave To Be

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.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

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

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.