light, at every tread One's sure to stumble 'gainst a rock or tree! An Ignis
Fatuus I must call instead. Yonder one burning merrily, I see. Holla! my
friend! may I request your light? Why should you flare away so uselessly? Be
kind enough to show us up the height!
Through reverence, I hope I may subdue The lightness of my nature; true, Our
So men, forsooth, he thinks to imitate! Now, in the devil's name, for once go
straight! Or out at once your flickering life I'll blow.
That you are master here is obvious quite; To do your will, I'll cordially essay;
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