Confess And Be Hanged.

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

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

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.