Part of that power which still Produceth good, whilst ever scheming ill.Faust
Come then, employ your lofty inspiration, And carry on the poet's avocation,Just as we carry on a love affair. Two meet by chance, are pleased, theylinger there, Insensibly are link'd, they scarce know how; Fortune seems nowpropitious, adverse now, Then come alternate rapture and despair; And 'tis atrue romance ere one's aware. Just such a drama let us now compose. Plungeboldly into life - its depths disclose! Each lives it, not to many is it known,'Twill interest wheresoever seiz'd and shown; Bright pictures, but obscuretheir meaning: A ray of truth through error gleaming, Thus you the best elixirbrew, To charm mankind, and edify them too. Then youth's fair blossomscrowd to view your play, And wait as on an oracle; while they, The tendersouls, who love the melting mood, Suck from your work their melancholyfood; Now this one, and now that, you deeply stir, Each sees the working ofhis heart laid bare. Their tears, their laughter, you command with ease, Thelofty still they honour, the illusive love. Your finish'd gentlemen you ne'er canplease; A growing mind alone will grateful prove.Poet
Him fear not, my sweet love!
Ay, it is late, good sir.
(addressing the flames)
By torture driven, in open day, The kitchen he invaded, Convulsed upon thehearth he lay, With anguish sorely jaded; The poisoner laugh'd, Ha! ha! quothshe, His life is ebbing fast, I see, As if his frame love wasted.Chorus