All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

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.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.