Faust

(as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by each runs into his glass) Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!

MEPHISTOPHELES
Spill not a single drop, of this beware! (They drink repeatedly.)

ALL (sing)

Happy as cannibals are we,
Or as five hundred swine.

They're in their glory, mark their elevation!

Let's hence, nor here our stay prolong.

Attend, of brutishness ere long
You'll see a glorious revelation.