'Tis yet too soon.
Thine aspect to the powers supernal Gives strength, though fathom thee nonemay; And all they works, sublime, eternal, Are fair as on the primal day.Mephistopheles
Who calls me?
While we can warm our paws she'll stay.
In The Cathedral}
I'm like a tom - cat in a thievish vein, That up fire - ladders tall and steep, Andround the walls doth slyly creep; Virtuous withal, I feel, with, I confess, Atouch of thievish joy and wantonness. Thus through my limbs already burnsThe glorious Walpurgis night! After to - morrow it returns, Then why onewakes, one knows aright!
Yes, small our household is, I own, Yet must I see to it. No maid we keep,And I must cook, sew, knit, and sweep, Still early on my feet and late; Mymother is in all things, great and small, So accurate! Not that for thrift there issuch pressing need; Than others we might make more show indeed: My fatherleft behind a small estate, A house and garden near the city - wall. But fairlyquiet now my days, I own; As soldier is my brother gone; My little sister'sdead; the babe to rear Occasion'd me some care and fond annoy; But Iwould go through all again with joy, The darling was to me so dear.Faust
With speed, thought baffling, unabating, Earth's splendour whirls in circlingflight; Its Eden - brightness alternating With solemn, awe - inspiring night;Ocean's broad waves in wild commotion, Against the rocks' deep base arehurled; And with the spheres, both rock and ocean Eternally are swiftlywhirled.
With that, clasp, chain, and ring, he swept As they were mushrooms; and thecasket, Without one word of thanks, he kept, As if of nuts it were a basket.Promised reward in heaven, then forth he hied And greatly they were edified.Faust