My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

There Is No Sin But Ignorance.

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)

Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.