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Age doesn’t make us childish, God knows, Just finds us the same old children still.
He’d be much better off, in my opinion, without 290 The bit of heavenly light you dealt him out. He calls it Reason, and the use he puts it to? To act more beastly than beasts ever do.
As long as Faustus walks the earth I shan’t, I promise, interfere. While still man strives, still he must err.
So it’s agreed, you have my full consent. Divert the soul of Faust from its true source And if you’re able, lead him along, Hell bent With you, upon the downward course— Then blush for shame to find you must admit: For all his dark impulses, imperfect sight, A good man always knows the way that’s right.
Man’s very quick to slacken in his effort, 350 What he likes best is Sunday peace and quiet; So I’m glad to give him a devil—for his own good, To prod and poke and incite him as a devil should.
How very decent of a Lord Celestial To talk man to man with the Devil of all people.
I’ve led my students by the nose With what result? that nobody knows, Or ever shall know, the tiniest crumb!
You flow, overflow, must I keep on thirsting in vain?
It’s from our fathers, what we inherit, To possess it really, we’ve got to earn it. What you don’t use is a dead weight, What’s worthwhile is what you spontaneously create.
On the sunlight, sweet sunlight, of our earth forever, Tear wide open those dark gates boldly Which the whole world skulks past with averted heads.
Christ is not here.
O sound away, sound away, sweet songs of Heaven, Earth claims me again, my tears well up, fall!
DISCIPLES.
Good sirs and all you lovely ladies, Healthy in body and handsome in dress, Turn, oh turn your eyes on me, please, And pity the beggarman’s distress! Must I grind the organ fruitlessly?
Only the charitable know true joy. This day when the whole world dances merrily, Make it for me a harvest day.
