Why should’st thou waste thy flickering flame in vain?
Pray be so good as light us up the hill!
Will-o-the-Wisp.
Out of respect to you, I will restrain,
If possible, my ever-shifting will;
But all our natural genius, and our skill
Is zigzag; straight lines go against the grain.
Mephistopheles.
Ha! ha! hast learned from men how to declaim?
March on, I tell thee, in the Devil’s name!