Both male and female, if the book don’t lie,
Himself the noblest trade knew well enough,
How to carve out an opportunity.
But come, why peak and pine you here?
I lead you to the chamber of your dear,
Not to the gallows.
Faust.
Ah! what were Heaven’s supremest blessedness
Within her arms, upon her breast, to me!
Must I not still be wrung with agony,