Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will
my soul do thy lord?

Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom.

Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus?

Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
(It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.)

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, / Conspired against our God with Lucifer, / And are for ever damned with Lucifer.

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.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

When all the world dissolves, / And every creature shall be purified, / All place shall be hell that is not heaven.