The coach, well shaken and well smashed, brings up "This is not quite the thing! No, no!" Says Hans, considering, with a frown. "In this way I shall never make it go. Let's see if 'twill not tame the wild-fire down, To work him hard, and keep him low." The trial's made. The beast, so fair and trim, Before three days are gone looks gaunt and grim, And to a shadow shrunk. "I have it! I have found it now!" 66 Cries Hans. Come on, now. Yoke me him Beside my strongest ox before the plow." So said, so done. In droll procession now, See ox and winged horse before the plow. Unwilling steps the griffin, strains what little might In vain deliberately steps his neighbor, And Phoebus' high-souled steed must bend to his slow labor, Till now, by long resistance spent his force, His trembling limbs he can no longer trust, And, bowed with shame, the noble, godlike horse Falls to the ground, and rolls him in the dust. "You cursèd beast!" Hans breaks out furious now, And scolds and blusters, while he lays the blows on; “You are too poor, then, even for the plow! You rascal, so my ignorance to impose on!" And while in this way angrily he goes on, And through his glossy, parted hair Winds glittering a golden band. "Where now, friend, with that wondrous pair?" From far off to the boor he spoke. "The bird and ox together in that style? I pray you, man, why, what a yoke! Will you entrust your horse to me? The hippogriff's unyoked, and with a smile. The youth springs lightsomely upon his back. Scarce feels the beast the master's certain hand, But gnashes at his wings' confining band, And mounts, with lightning-look, the airy track. No more the being that he was, but royally, A spirit now, a god, up mounteth he; Unfurls at once, as for their far storm-flight, His splendid wings, and shoots to heaven with fierce, wild neigh; And ere the eye can follow him, away He melts into the clear blue height. Wolfgang von Goethe Satanic Advice to a Student MEPHISTOPHELES, in Faust's Gown, and STUDENT. Stu. But recently I've quitted home; A man to see and hear, whose name- Meph. Your courtesy much flatters me! Stu. To let me go, my mother was not fain; Meph. You've hit upon the very place. Stu. And yet my steps I would retrace. And in these halls, with benches lined, Meph. It all depends on habit. Thus, at first, But before long, its eager thirst Is fain to slake with hearty zest. Stu. Thus at the breasts of wisdom day by day With keener relish you'll your thirst allay. Upon her neck I fain would hang with joy; To reach her, say, what means must I employ? Meph. Explain, ere further time we lose, Stu. What special faculty you choose. Profoundly learned I would grow; Stu. A little liberty and careless ease. Meph. Use well your time, so rapidly it flies. Then will your mind be so well braced, In Spanish boots so tightly laced, Into the path of error strike. Then many a day they'll teach you how Stu. Stu. One treadle moves a thousand lines, He who would know and treat of aught alive, This process, chemists name, in learned thesis, Your words I cannot fully comprehend. A sounding phrase will serve you in good stead. |