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Mark this, my friend, And spare my lungs; who would the right maintain, Andhath a tongue wherewith his point to gain, Will gain it in the end. But come, ofgossip I am weary quite; Because I've no resource, thou'rt in the right.A Garden

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Mephistopheles

The He - Monkey (approaching and fawning on Mephistopheles)Quick! quick! throw the dice, Make me rich in a trice, Oh give me the prize!Alas, for myself! Had I plenty of pelf, I then should be wise.Mephistopheles

(With a gesture.)

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Of the elements in the finished Faust that are derived from the legend a roughidea may be obtained from the "Doctor Faustus" of Marlowe, printed in thepresent volume. As early as 1674 a life of Faust had contained the incident ofthe philosopher's falling in love with a servant - girl; but the developed story ofGretchen is Goethe's own. The other elements added to the plot can be notedby a comparison with Marlowe.

And next, before aught else you learn, You must with zeal to metaphysicsturn! There see that you profoundly comprehend, What doth the limit of man'sbrain transcend; For that which is or is not in the head A sounding phrase willserve you in good stead. But before all strive this half year From one fix'dorder ne'er to swerve! Five lectures daily you must hear; The hour stillpunctually observe! Yourself with studious zeal prepare, And closely in yourmanual look, Hereby may you be quite aware That all he utters standeth in thebook; Yet write away without cessation, As at the Holy Ghost's dictation!Student

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A Drinking Party

The prospect fills me with dismay.

Mephistopheles (to Faust)

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What e'er therein is promised thou shalt reap, No tittle shall remain unpaid.But such arrangements time require; We'll speak of them when next we meet;Most earnestly I now entreat, This once permission to retire.Faust

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ţţţiosά˼ϱԺ ǰϺոȡ Quick! quick! below I see her there. ϸ

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ţţţiosҵ깫˾ӿгͳﲼ Oh of the motley throng speak not before me, At whose aspect the Spiritwings its flight! Conceal the surging concourse, I implore thee, Whose vortexdraws us with resistless might. No, to some peaceful heavenly nook restoreme, Where only for the bard blooms pure delight, Where love and friendshipyield their choicest blessing, Our heart's true bliss, with god - like handcaressing. ϸ

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