Trustful as innocence—her gentle soul,
Calm as a lake in heaven—her angel face,
God’s work,
Untainted by man’s desecrating touch!
And, at her side,
A scheming mummer, tricked in godly garb—
His tongue all plausible, his heart all false—
His lying manhood traitor to itself!
Faustus, mine enemy, I know thee now!
Faustus, mine enemy, I know thee now!