Her rank and room i’ the world by ancient right.
Yet vainly; though it strain and struggle much,
’Tis bound to body with the closer clutch;
From body it streams, on body paints a hue,
And body bends it from its course direct;
Thus in due season I expect,
When bodies perish, Light will perish too.
Faust.
Hold! now I know thy worthy duties all!
Unable to annihilate wholesale,