Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.

“Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove”

“FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee,I cut mine ar…”

“If I be cruel and grow tyrannous,Now let them thank themselves, and rue too lat…”

“I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.”