English poem
Brander
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
What foreign is one always can't decline, What's good is often scatter'd far apart. The French your genuine German hates with all his heart, Yet has a relish for their wine.
SIEBEL.
(as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches him)
I like not acid wine, I must allow, Give me a glass of genuine sweet!
MEPHISTOPHELES (bored)
Tokay Shall, if you wish it, flow without delay.