Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,And burnt the topless towers of Ilium--Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--''[kisses her]''Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!--C...
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.
As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).
FAUSTUS: Where are you damn’d?MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell.FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:
I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leaped out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding mys...
I count religion but a childish toyAnd hold there is no sin but ignorance.
I must have wanton Poets, pleasant wits,Musitians, that with touching of a stringMay draw the pliant king which way I please:Musicke and poetrie is his delight,Therefore ile have Italian maskes by nig...
If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
USUMCASANE: To be a king, is half to be a god.
YOUNGER MORTIMER: Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheelThere is a point, to which when men aspire,They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd,And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher...
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Come live with me and be my love And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys groves or hills or fields Or woods and steepy mountains yield.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.
Infinite riches in a little room
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of ev...
BARABAS: Why, I esteem the injury far less,To take the lives of miserable menThan be the causers of their misery.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
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