Faust monologue (Act 7) — Faust: A Tragedy

If, in that moment's wild confusion, A well-known tone of blithesome youth Had power, by memory's dear delusion, To cheat me with the guise of truth; Then curse I all whate'er the soul With luring juggleries entwines, And in this gloomy dungeon-hole With dazzling flatteries confines! Curst be 'fore all the high opinion The soul has of its own dominion! Curst all the show of shallow seeming, Through gates of sense fallacious streaming! Curst be the hollow dreams of fame, Of honor, glory, and a name! Curst be the flattering goods of earth, Wife, child, and servant, house and hearth! Accursed be Mammon, when with treasures To riskful venture he invites us, Curst when, the slaves of passive pleasures, On soft-spread cushions he delights us! Curst be the balsam juice o' the grape! Accursed be love's deceitful thrall! Accursed be Hope! accursed be Faith! Accursed be Patience above all!