Faust

The darling's sorrow grieves me, bring
Another set without delay!
The first, methinks, was no great thing.

All's to my gentleman child's play!

Plan all things to achieve my end!
Engage the attention of her friend!
No milk-and-water devil be,
And bring fresh jewels instantly!

Ay, sir! Most gladly I'll obey.
(FAUST exit.)

Your doting love-sick fool, with ease,
Merely his lady-love to please,
Sun, moon, and stars in sport would puff away.
(Exit.)