Faust monologue (Act 7) — Faust: A Tragedy

Only no fear that I shall e'er demur to The bond as signed; my whole heart swears Even to the letter that the parchment bears. Too high hath soared my blown ambition; I now take rank with thy condition; The Mighty Spirit of All hath scorned me, And Nature from her secrets spurned me: My thread of thought is rent in twain, All science I loathe with its wranglings vain. In the depths of sensual joy, let us tame Our glowing passion's restless flame! In magic veil, from unseen hand, Be wonders ever at our command! Plunge we into the rush of Time! Into Action's rolling main! Then let pleasure and pain, Loss and gain, Joy and sorrow, alternate chime! Let bright suns shine, or dark clouds lower, The man that works is master of the hour.