In this our duty guides us, not our will.
With what sad hearts from many a place we go,
Where we had almost learned to be at home!
Martha.
When one is young it seems a harmless gambol,
Thus round and round through the wide world to ramble:
But soon the evil day comes on,
And as a stiff old bachelor to die
Has never yet done good to any one.
Mephistopheles.