Mephistopheles.
And yet a wise man ought to learn
To enjoy gratis, as well as to earn.
Now, that the stars are bright and clear the sky,
I’ll give you a touch of choicest melody;
A moral song—that, while we seem to school her,
With the more certainty we may befool her.
[Sings to the guitar.]
Why stands before
Her lover’s door,