FAUST
There now, I've toiled my way quite through Law, Medicine, and Philosophy, And, to my sorrow, also thee, Theology, with much ado; And here I stand, poor human fool, As wise as when I went to school. Master, ay, Doctor, titled duly, An urchin-brood of boys unruly For ten slow-creeping years and mo, Up and down, and to and fro, I lead by the nose: and…