What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man

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

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

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.