And nourish thee with simplest food;
Live with the brute a brute, and count it not too low
To dung the corn-fields thine own hands shall mow;
Than this I know on earth no med’cine stronger,
To make, by fourscore years, both soul and body younger!
Faust.
I was not trained to this—was never made
To labour with the pick-axe and the spade;
Such narrow round of life I may not brook.
Mephistopheles.