From
Faust part II, Translated by G. Madison Priest
Page 5
Chiron.
Let us not talk of that. As mentor, none,
Not Pallas' self, is venerated.
For, after all, in their own way men carry on
As if they never had been educated.
Faust.
The doctor who can name each plant, who
knows
All roots, even that which deepest grows,
Who soothes the wounded, makes the sick man whole,
You I embrace with all my might and soul.
Chiron.
If at my side a hero felt the smart,
I knew the aid and counsel to be tendered!
But in the end all of my art
To parsons and herb-women was surrendered.
Faust.
Upon a true, great man I gaze!
Who will not hear a word of praise,
Modestly strives to shut his ears
And acts as had he many peers.
Chiron.
You are well-skilled, I see, in idle
patter,
Princes and common folk alike to flatter.
Goethe, Who yearns for the impossible I love
