Faustus, these books, thy wit, and our experience,
Shall make all
nations to canonize
us,
As Indian moors, obey their Spanish
lords.
So shall the spirits of every element
Be always
serviceable to us three.
Like lions shall
they guard us when we please,
Like Almaine
rutters with their horsemen's
staves,
Or Lapland
giants trotting by our
sides.
Sometimes like women or unwedded
maids,
Shadowing more beauty in their airy
brows
Than has the white
breasts of the queen of love.
From Venice shall
they drag huge argosies,
And from America
the golden
fleece,
That yearly
stuffed old Phillip's treasury,
If learned Faustus
will be resolute.
