Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.

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)