When studying philosophy,
At Wittenburg, a man can thrive
At least, that happened to these five
Quite different men, as you will see.
Let’s contemplate them in the bar
Drinking, caught up in disputation
Before they made their reputation
One moment, as they really are,
First Brother Martin, quaffing ale
Lays out his views on simony
And how he’d like the church to be
Works before faith, the Holy Grail.
“The night is cold, the moon shines bright,
It’s such hard work to set things right.”
The Danish prince says “It’s so odd,
As Pico says, that man’s between
Angel and beast, as we have seen,
In apprehension, like a god.”
Faust laughs and sighs, he’d wish that true
He buys another round, his dream
Is not of fame, as it might seem
But knowledge, to have power to do.
Quoting Agrippa, Frankenstein
Says “We alone have power of life!”
Martin says “Only with a wife,”
But Hamlet laughs “We’re all divine! ”
The fifth man yawns, gets up to go,
“Good night,” they say, “Horatio.”
