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Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man; Lines, circles, scenes,[20] letters, and characters; Stipendium, &c. Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds; Ha! These metaphysics of magicians, And necromantic books are heavenly; Here, Faustus, tire[21] thy brains to gain a deity. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,[19] The reward of sin is death: that's hard. Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; Are but obeyed in their several provinces, [Reads.] But his dominion that exceeds in this, Ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! consequently die: Is promis'd to the studious artizan! Shall be at my command: emperors and kings Enter WAGNER.[22] O, what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence, If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and A sound magician is a mighty god: All things that move between the quiet poles there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so

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