I feel towards Theology some bent.
Theology, my Friend, to speak the truth,
(For I would not mislead thee,) has its rubs.
In it 'tis hard to avoid a treacherous path;
In it much deadly poison lies concealed
Which scarcely can be known from the antidote.
Yet even here, a leader to swear by
Is wond'rous safe; choose one, and close thine eyes,
But above all, entrench thyself in words.
This done, through words advance: they are the gate
Will lead thee safe to certainty in her shrine.
But am I not to look for sense in words?
'Tis well,—but need’st not much distress thyself :
When the sense fails thee, foist another word
Just at the moment; it will do as well.
With words we can most gloriously dispute;
We can build systems :- Nothing like a word
To pin thy faith upon; for who can cheat
A word of one žota?
* A young man who comes to consult Dr. Faust on the subject of choosing a profession.
+ Satan, personating Dr. Faust, in that learned professor's cap and gown.Goethe's Faust.