Am I once more deluded! must I deem That thus the throng of spirits
disappear? The devil's presence, was it but a dream? Hath but a poodle
Faust And Mephistopheles - A Student
A knock? Come in! Who now would break my rest?
Then I repeat, Come in! Mephistopheles
'Tis well, I hope that we shall soon agree! For now your fancies to expel,
Here, as a youth of high degree, I come in gold - lac'd scarlet vest, And stiff -
silk mantle richly dress'd, A cock's gay feather for a plume, A long and