Thou happy creature!
But then the world and man, his heart and brain! Touching these things all menwould something know.
A knock? Come in! Who now would break my rest?Mephistopheles
If she should get him, 'twere almost as bad! Her myrtle wreath the boyswould tear; And then we girls would plagued her too, For we chopp'd strawbefore her door would strew!}
Deluded fool! 'Tis magic, I declare! To each she doth his lov'd one's imagewear.
Now listen to the sad affair!