It is the gloryand good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine, at least.
Auld Reikie! wale o' ilka town That Scotland kens beneath the moon; Whare couthy chiels at e'ening meet Their bizzing craigs and mous to weet.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
Blind mouths! that scarcethemselves know how to hold A sheep-hook.
That grounded maxim So rife and celebrated in the mouths Of wisest men; that to the public good Private respects must yield.
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