Physic farewell. Where is Justinian?
A pretty case of paltry legacies:
Such is the subject of the institute
And universal body of the Church.
His study fits a mercenary drudge,
Who aims at nothing but external trash,
The devil and illiberal for me :
When all is done, divinity is best;
Jerome's Bible, Faustus, view it well:
The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
If we say that we have no sin,
We deceive our selves, and there's no truth in us.
Why then belike we must sin,
And so consequently die.
Ay, we must die an everlasting death.
What doctrine call you this,
What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu.
These Metaphysics of Magicians,
And Necromantic books are heavenly;
Lines, circles, scenes, letters and characters,
Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires.
O what a world of profit and delight,
Of power, of honor, of omnipotence
Is promised to the studious artisan?
All things that move between the quiet poles
Shall be at my command. Emperors and Kings,
Are but obeyed in their several provinces:
Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds;
But his dominion that exceeds in this,
Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man.
A sound magician is a mighty god: