_Scholar_. Cannot entirely comprehend you.
_Mephistopheles_. Better success will shortly attend you, When you learn to analyze all creation And give it a proper classification.
_Scholar_. I feel as confused by all you've said, As if 'twere a mill-wheel going round in my head!
_Mephistopheles_. The next thing most important to mention, Metaphysics will claim your attention! There see that you can clearly explain What fits not into the human brain: For that which will not go into the head, A pompous word will stand you in stead. But, this half-year, at least, observe From regularity never to swerve. You'll have five lectures every day; Be in at the stroke of the bell I pray! And well prepared in every part; Study each paragraph by heart, So that you scarce may need to look To see that he says no more than's in the book; And when he dictates, be at your post, As if you wrote for the Holy Ghost!
_Scholar_. That caution is unnecessary! I know it profits one to write, For what one has in black and white, He to his home can safely carry.
_Mephistopheles_. But choose some faculty, I pray!
_Scholar_. I feel a strong dislike to try the legal college.
_Mephistopheles_. I cannot blame you much, I must acknowledge. I know how this profession stands to-day. Statutes and laws through all the ages Like a transmitted malady you trace; In every generation still it rages And softly creeps from place to place. Reason is nonsense, right an impudent suggestion; Alas for thee, that thou a grandson art! Of inborn law in which each man has part, Of that, unfortunately, there's no question.
_Scholar_. My loathing grows beneath your speech. O happy he whom you shall teach! To try theology I'm almost minded.
_Mephistopheles_. I must not let you by zeal be blinded. This is a science through whose field Nine out of ten in the wrong road will blunder, And in it so much poison lies concealed, That mould you this mistake for physic, no great wonder. Here also it were best, if only one you heard And swore to that one master's word. Upon the whole--words only heed you! These through the temple door will lead you Safe to the shrine of certainty.
_Scholar_. Yet in the word a thought must surely be.
_Mephistopheles_. All right! But one must not perplex himself about it; For just where one must go without it, The word comes in, a friend in need, to thee. With words can one dispute most featly, With words build up a system neatly, In words thy faith may stand unshaken, From words there can be no iota taken.