Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

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)

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

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

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