[Faust:] "I, Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!"
O growing Moon, didst but shine A last time on pain of mine Behind this desk how oft I At seen thee rising high O'er and paper I bend Thou didst appear, o mournful
I am the spirit that denies! And justly so: for all that is Deserves to be in scorn Therefore 'twere if nothing were created Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated All of which you as have classified That is my element - there I
] Scatter the with a lavish hand Water, fire, wall and beasts, all within command Thus in our narrow booth Creation's scope display Wander swiftly, well the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!
The World of is not barred to thee!
[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What thou have Mephisto do?" "I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever 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 live 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 thou reveal thy countenance in the fire Thou hast given me Nature for a With the to enjoy and feel Only a visit of bewilderment Thou [then bringest all the living creatures And me to know my brothers in the Air In the deep and in the silent coverts When the forest the storm rages Uprooting the giant which in their fall Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave And revealest me to and layest bare The deep mysterious of my Nature And when the moon rises into sight above me, then about me hover Creeping from rocky walls and dewy Silver shadows, phantoms of a world allay the austere joy of meditation
Now do I realize that Man Can never possess With this ecstasy which me near and nearer To the
] My mother the put me to death My the scoundrel ate my flesh My dear little laid all my bones In a dark place under the stones I changed into a wood-bird Fluttering Fly
Mankind, that foolish acts as incomplete He thought to Be I am part of part which was the Absolute A part of that Darkness which gave birth to The arrogant Light would dispute Ancient rank of Night Therefore I hope it won't be long With matter it shall evermore!
] Scatter the stars with a lavish Water, fire, tavern and beasts, all within command Thus in our booth today Creation's ample scope Wander swiftly, well From the Heavens to the
The World of is not barred to thee!
"So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show." [Mephistopheles:] "The force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown." "Why should that be so?" [Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp thoughts which language can express." [Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are 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?"" "Without substance, as mist is." [Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"