Too servile and illiberal for me. And be eterniz'd for some wondrous cure: Summum bonum medicinoe sanitas, The end of physic is our body's health. Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain'd that end? A petty [8] case of paltry legacies! And universal body of the law: Such is the subject of the institute, [Reads.] Who aims at nothing but external trash; Whereby whole cities have escap'd the plague, Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, alter valorem rei, &c. When all is done, divinity is best: Be a physician, Faustus; heap up gold, [Reads.] [Reads.] This study fits a mercenary drudge, Physic, farewell! Where is Justinian? And thousand [5] desperate maladies been cur'd? Then this profession were to be esteem'd. Exhoereditare filium non potest pater, nisi, &c. [9] Si una eademque res legatur [7] duobus, alter rem, Couldst thou make men to live eternally, Or, being dead, raise them [6] to life again, Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man.