The God Thou servest is thine own appetite, wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub. To Him I'll build an altar and a church, and offer lukewarm blood of new-born babes.
That holy shape becomes a devil best.
If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late.
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...
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.
Gaveston:I can no longer keepe me from my lord.Edward:What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand,Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee:Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am?Thy friend, thy selfe...
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...
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...
Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
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...
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Faustus: «Come, I think hell’s a fable».Mephistopheles: «Ay, think so still, until experience change thy mind».
FAUSTUS. Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistophilis. By him I'll be great emperor of the world, And make a bridge thorough the moving air, To pass the ocean with a ban...
As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).
A greater subject fitteth Faustus' wit: Bid Economy10 farewell, and11 Galen come, Seeing, Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, And be eterniz'd for some...
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.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.
Accursed be he that first invented war.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.