Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Was This The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, And Burnt The Topless Towers Of Ileum?

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

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!