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... hath been tired , Wearying his fingers ' ends with telling it , Would in his age be loth to labour so , And for a pound to sweat himself to death . Give me the merchants of the Indian mines , That trade in metal of the purest mould ...
... hath been tired , Wearying his fingers ' ends with telling it , Would in his age be loth to labour so , And for a pound to sweat himself to death . Give me the merchants of the Indian mines , That trade in metal of the purest mould ...
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... hath ravish'd me . Then , gentle friends , aid me in this attempt ; And I , that have with subtile syllogisms Gravell'd the pastors of the German church , And made the flowering pride of Wirtemberg Swarm to my problems , as the infernal ...
... hath ravish'd me . Then , gentle friends , aid me in this attempt ; And I , that have with subtile syllogisms Gravell'd the pastors of the German church , And made the flowering pride of Wirtemberg Swarm to my problems , as the infernal ...
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... Hath all the principles magic doth require . Faust . Come show me some demonstrations magical , That I may conjure in some bushy grove , And have these joys in full possession . Vald . Then haste thee to some solitary grove , And bear ...
... Hath all the principles magic doth require . Faust . Come show me some demonstrations magical , That I may conjure in some bushy grove , And have these joys in full possession . Vald . Then haste thee to some solitary grove , And bear ...
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... hath abjured ? on God whom Faustus hath blasphemed ? O my God , I would weep , but the devil draws in my tears . Gush forth blood instead of tears , yea life and soul . O , he stays my tongue : I would lift up my hands , but see , they ...
... hath abjured ? on God whom Faustus hath blasphemed ? O my God , I would weep , but the devil draws in my tears . Gush forth blood instead of tears , yea life and soul . O , he stays my tongue : I would lift up my hands , but see , they ...
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... hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven . The clock strikes twelve . It strikes , it strikes ; now , body , turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . O soul , be changed into small water drops , And fall into the ocean ...
... hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven . The clock strikes twelve . It strikes , it strikes ; now , body , turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . O soul , be changed into small water drops , And fall into the ocean ...
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Page 36 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page 202 - Call for the robin redbreast 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 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Page 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Page 34 - 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!
Page 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Page 27 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty : For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Page 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Page 306 - Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Page 308 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with...