Name not the lovely maid again!
Bring not that overmastering desire
Once more to tempt my poor bewildered brain!
Mephistopheles.
What then? she deems that you are gone for ever;
And half and half methinks you are.
Faust.
No! I am nigh, and were I ne’er so far,
I could forget her, I could lose her never;
I envy ev’n the body of the Lord,