Young wanton girls weep tears of honest shame,
And old men think of angels and the heaven
That is to crown their closing pilgrimage!
Faus. (interested). Who is this maiden?
Gott.My dead uncle’s child,
An orphan, dwelling twenty leagues away.
Faus. Thou lovest her?
Gott.Ay, as I love the truth—
As I love purity and innocence—
As I love heaven and the good life to come!