Begone and leave me, I entreat!
Some pleasures gratis to enjoy, Should surely cause you no annoy. Whilebright with stars the heavens appear, I'll sing a masterpiece of art: A moralsong shall charm her ear, More surely to beguile her heart.(Sings to the guitar.)
I am afraid the landlord to offend; Else freely I would treat each worthy guestFrom our own cellar to the very best.}
He ran around, he ran abroad, Of every puddle drinking. The house with ragehe scratch'd and gnaw'd, In vain, - he fast was sinking; Full many an anguish'dbound he gave, Nothing the hapless brute could save, As if his frame lovewasted.
Another moment prithee here remain, Me with some happy word to pleasure.Mephistopheles
Hold, or blows shall rain on you!
Alas! That men should thus be doomed to woe! I for his soul will many arequiem pray.