Learned Faustus to find the secrets of Astronomy,
Graven in the book of Jove's high firmament,
Did mount him up to scale
Olympus' top,
Where sitting in a chariot burning bright,
Drawn by the strength
of yoked dragons'
necks;
He views the clouds, the planets, and the stars,
The tropic, zones, and quarters of the sky,
From the bright circle of the horned moon,
Even to the height of
Primum
Mobile.
And whirling round with this circumference,
Within the concave
compass of the pole,
From east to west his dragons swiftly glide,
And in eight days did
bring him home again.
Not long he stayed within his quiet house,
To rest his bones after his weary toil,
But new exploits do hale him out again
And mounted then upon a
dragon's
back,
That with his wings did part the subtle air.
He now is gone to prove
Cosmography,
That measures costs and kingdoms of the earth.
And as I guess will
first arrive at Rome,
To see the Pope and manner of his court,
And take some part of holy Peter's feast,
The which this day is highly solemnized. Exit.
