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Page 470 - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd. O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down?
Page 472 - Impoverish time of its amazement, friends, And we will prove as trusty in our payments As prodigal to nature in our debts. Death ? pish ! 'tis but a sound; a name of air ; A minute's storm, or not so much : to tumble From bed to bed, be massacred alive By some physicians, for a month or two, In hope of freedom from a fever's torments, Might stagger manhood ; here the pain is past Ere sensibly 'tis felt.
Page 470 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Page 418 - ... alii alios, prout postularet locus, tanto silentio in summum evasere, ut non custodes solum fallerent, sed ne canes quidem, sollicitum animal ad nocturnos strepitus, excitarent. Anseres non fefellere, quibus sacris lunonis in summa inopia cibi tamen abstinebatur.
Page 473 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 178 - The fact against the queen's highness was unlawful, and the consenting thereunto by me; but touching the procurement and desire thereof by me, or on my behalf, I do wash my hands thereof in innocency before God, and the face of you good Christian people this day;" and therewith she wrung her hands wherein she had her book.
Page 470 - That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven.
Page 473 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Page 471 - Included in myself? to what use then Are friends and servants ? Say there were a squadron Of pikes, lined through with shot, when I am mounted Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge them ? No : I'll through the battalia, and that routed, [Flourishing his sword sheathed.