"Sweet Mephistopheles, thou pleasest me;
Whilst I am here on earth, let me be cloyed
With all things that delight the heart of man.
My four-and-twenty years of liberty
I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance,
That Faustus' name, whilst this bright frame doth stand,
May be admired through the furthest land"—
how immeasurably does he fall short of the philosophic Faust of Goethe—
"Two souls, alas! reside within my breast,
And each withdraws from, and repels, its brother.