fear no devil, believe no hell; But with my fear all joy is gone, All rare conceit of wisdom won;
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welled with prophetic joy to leave its sphere, And live a spirit with spirits, their rightful peer. Where art thou, Faust?
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And what men call the spirit of the age, Is but the spirit of the gentlemen Who glass their own thoughts in the pliant page, And image back themselves.