Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

Unhappy Spirits That Fell With Lucifer, / Conspired Against Our God With Lucifer, / And Are For Ever Damned With Lucifer.

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

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.

All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

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.