USUMCASANE: To be a king, is half to be a god.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,His waxen wings did mount above his reach,And melting heavens conspired his overthrow.
Thou from this land, I from myself am banish'd.
Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)
Infinite riches in a little room
I count religion but a childish toyAnd hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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:
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Wagner Doctor Faustus' student and servant: Alas, poor slave! See how poverty jests in his nakedness. I know the villain's out of service, and so hungry that I know he would give his soul to the devil...
That like I best that flies beyond my reach.Set me to scale the high pyramids And thereon set the diadem of France;I'll either rend it with my nails to nought,
Philosophy is odious and obscure;Both law and physic are for petty wits;Divinity is basest of the three,Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible, and vile.'Tis magic, magic that hath ravished me.
BARABAS: Why, I esteem the injury far less,To take the lives of miserable menThan be the causers of their misery.
And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
All things that move between the quiet polesShall be at my command. Emperors and kingsAre but obey'd in their several provinces,Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds;But his dominion that ex...
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute,And now and then stab as occasion serves.
What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft?Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft?Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho,My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.Were Love the cause, it's...
My father is deceast, come Gaveston,'And share the kingdom with thy deerest friend.'Ah words that make me surfet with delight:What greater blisse can hap to Gaveston,Then live and be the favorit of a...
I hold the Fates bound fast in iron chains,And with my hand turn Fortune's wheel about;
FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,I cut mine arm, and with my proper bloodAssure my soul to be great Lucifer's,Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!