Infinite Riches In A Little

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.

Faustus. [stabbing His Arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, For Love Of Thee, I Cut Mine Arm, And With My Proper Blood Assure My Soul To Be Great Lucifer's, Chief Lord And Regent Of Perpetual Night!

Confess And Be Hanged.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.