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Literature Humanities

I am not afflicted by scruples and doubts, / not afraid of Hell or the devil-- / but in return all joy is torn from me, / I don't pretend to know a thing worth knowing / I don't pretend that I can teach / improve, or convert my fellow men. / Nor have I property or gold, /or honor and glories of this world; / no dog would choose to live this way! / Therefore I have turned to magic, / so that by the spirit's might and main / I might yet learn some secret lore; / that I need no longer sweat and toil / and dress my ignorance in empty words; / that I might behold the warp and the woof / of the world's most inmost fabric, / of its essential strength and fount / and no longer dig about in words. (Lines 374-385)