Money can’t buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove
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 everlasting bliss?
Think’st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, ’tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.
I am Envy…I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk.(Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
Yet should there hover in their restless headsOne thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,Which into words no virtue can digest.
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
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.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
But what are kings, when regiment is gone,But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
What virtue is it that is born with us?Much less can honor be ascribed thereto,Honor is purchased by the deeds we do.Believe me, Hero, honor is not won,Until some honorable deed be done.—-From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad I
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!
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. – Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies! –
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies.
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.
Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives’ tales.
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.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.