The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon

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

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!

He Must Have A Long Spoon That Eats With The Devil.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

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