You've hit upon the very place.
STUDENT
And yet my steps I would retrace.
These walls, this melancholy room,
O'erpower me with a sense of gloom;
The space is narrow, nothing green,
No friendly tree is to be seen:
And in these halls, with benches filled, distraught,
Sight, hearing fail me, and the power of thought.
MEPHISTOPHELES
It all depends on habit. Thus at first
The infant takes not kindly to the breast,
But before long, its eager thirst
Is fain to slake with hearty zest:
Thus at the breasts of wisdom day by day
With keener relish you'll your thirst allay.
STUDENT
Upon her neck I fain would hang with joy;
To reach it, say, what means must I employ?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Explain, ere further time we lose,
What special faculty you choose?