Mephistopheles monologue (Act 7) — Faust: A Tragedy

My worthy friend, these things you view, Just as they appear to you; Some wiser method we must shape us, Ere the joys of life escape us. Why, what the devil! hands and feet, Brain and brawn and blood are thine; And what I drink, and what I eat, Whose can it be, if 'tis not mine? If I can number twice three horses, Are not their muscles mine? and when I'm mounted, I feel myself a man, and wheel my courses, Just as if four-and-twenty legs I counted. Quick then! have done with reverie, And dash into the world with me! I tell thee plain, a speculating fellow Is like an ox on heath all brown and yellow, Led in a circle by an evil spirit, With roods of lush green pasture smiling near it.