Stu. Stu. Thus at the breasts of wisdom day by day Meph. Explain, ere further time we lose, Stu. Take heed, let nothing dissipate your mind. A little liberty and careless ease. Meph. Use well your time, so rapidly it flies. Then will your mind be so well braced, Into the path of error strike. One treadle moves a thousand lines, Swift dart the shuttles to and fro, Unseen the threads together flow, A thousand knots one stroke combines. Then forward steps your sage to show, And prove to you, it must be so; The first being so, and so the second, The third and fourth deduc'd we see; And if there were no first and second, Nor third nor fourth would ever be. This, scholars of all countries prize, Yet 'mong themselves no weavers rise. He who would know and treat of aught alive, Seeks first the living spirit thence to drive; Then are the lifeless fragments in his hand, There only fails, alas! the spirit-band. This process, chemists name, in learned thesis, Mocking themselves, Naturæ encheiresis. Your words I cannot fully comprehend. Meph. In a short time you will improve, my friend, When of scholastic forms you learn the use, And how by method all things to reduce. So doth all this my brain confound, As if a mill-wheel there were turning round. Stu. Stu. Meph. And next, before aught else you learn, A sounding phrase will serve you in good stead. Stu. Five lectures daily you must hear; That all the lect'rer utters standeth in the book. Still, write away without cessation, This, sir, a second time you need not say. Your counsel I appreciate quite; What we possess in black and white, We can in peace and comfort bear away. Meph. A faculty I pray you name. Stu. For jurisprudence some distaste I own. Meph. To me this branch of science is well known, And hence I cannot your repugnance blame. Customs and laws in every place, Like a disease, an heirloom dread, Still trail their curse from race to race, And furtively abroad they spread. To nonsense, reason's self, they turn; Beneficence becomes a pest; Wo unto thee, that thou'rt a grandson born! As for the law born with us, unexpressed, That law, alas, none careth to discern! You deepen my dislike. The youth Whom you instruct, is blest, in sooth. To try theology I feel inclined. Meph. I would not lead you willingly astray, Stu. But as regards this science, you will find, Stu. And so much hidden poison lies therein, But then, some meaning must the words convey. Meph. Right! But o'eranxious thought you'll find of no avail, Stu. For there, precisely where ideas fail, A pregnant utterance or two. Three years! How brief the appointed tide! 'Tis easier then to feel one's way. Meph. (aside). I'm weary of the dry pedantic tone, As Heaven please. In vain abroad you range through science' ample space; Each man learns only that which learn he can; He is your proper man. In person you are tolerably made, And only from one point need heal. That you in your profession take the lead; The dainty wrist, and how to press, With ardent, furtive glance, the slender waist, Stu. There is some sense in that! One sees the how and why. Meph. Gray is, young friend, all theory, And green of life the golden tree. Stu. I swear it seemeth like a dream to me. May I some future time repeat my visit, To hear on what your wisdom grounds your views? Meph. Command my humble service when you choose. -"Faust," Part I. |