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[Faust:] "I, Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!"

O growing Moon, didst thou but
A last time on pain of mine
this desk how oft have I
At midnight thee rising high
O'er and paper I bend
didst appear, o mournful friend

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all is born
Deserves to be in scorn
'twere best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly
All of which you as have classified
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

"Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then bringest all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure rises into sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
Which allay the austere joy of

Now fully do I that Man
Can never perfection
With this ecstasy which brings me and nearer
To the

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the ate my flesh
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a shaded place under the stones
I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of that part which was the
A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light which dispute
rank of Mother Night
Therefore I it won't be long before
With it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
From the Heavens to the

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those which language can express."
"What? Do you mean that words are greater yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"