Faust monologue (Act 6) — Faust: A Tragedy

There now, I've toiled my way quite through Law, Medicine, and Philosophy, And, to my sorrow, also thee, Theology, with much ado; And here I stand, poor human fool, As wise as when I went to school. Master, ay, Doctor, titled duly, An urchin-brood of boys unruly For ten slow-creeping years and mo, Up and down, and to and fro, I lead by the nose: and this I know, That vain is all our boasted lore-- A thought that burns me to the core! True, I am wiser than all their tribe, Doctor, Master, Priest, and Scribe; No scruples nor doubts in my bosom dwell, I fear no devil, believe no hell; But with my fear all joy is gone, All rare conceit of wisdom won; All dreams so fond, all faith so fair, To make men better than they are. Nor gold have I, nor gear, nor fame, Station, or rank, or honored name, Here like a kennelled cur I lie! Therefore the magic art I'll try, From spirit's might and mouth to draw, Mayhap, some key to Nature's law; That I no more, with solemn show, May sweat to teach what I do not know; That I may ken the bond that holds The world, through all its mystic folds; The hidden seeds of things explore, And cheat my thought with words no more.