The Griefs Of Private Men

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

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!

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

Excess Of Wealth Is Cause Of Covetousness.

All Women Are Ambitious Naturallie