Thy wrong to injured Heaven is all in all!
Go, make thy peace with her while yet thou mayst.
In the rich plenitude of her great heart
Thy Bride may pardon thee! Oh, Faustus, Faustus!
Thou lovest my body, and I love thy soul!
Oh, be thou brave as I! If I can go
From the enduring heaven of thy love
To shame and misery unspeakable,
Canst thou not yield such mortal heart as mine,
For the pure love of an eternal Bride?