What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

“Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,His waxen wings did mount above hi…”

“What nourishes me, destroys me”

“Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,Where we are tortured and r…”

“From jygging vaines of riming mother wits,And such conceits as clownage keepes …”