Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain'd that end? Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. Couldst[12] thou make men[13] to live eternally, Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man. The end of physic is our body's health. Then this profession were to be esteem'd. Exhoereditare filium non potest pater, nisi, &c.[15] Si una eademque res legatur[14] duobus, alter rem, When all is done, divinity is best: Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague, [Reads.] Who aims at nothing but external trash; Stipendium peccati mors est. Such is the subject of the institute, This[17] study fits a mercenary drudge, Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, [Reads.] Summum bonum medicinae sanitas, And universal body of the law:[16] And thousand desperate maladies been eas'd? alter valorem rei, &c. Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian? Too servile[18] and illiberal for me. Is not thy common talk found aphorisms? [Reads.] A pretty case of paltry legacies! Or, being dead, raise them to life again,