English poem
Faust
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
Thou'rt free to do so! Gladly I'll attend; But be thine art a pleasant one!
MEPHISTOPHELES My friend, This hour enjoyment more intense, Shall captivate each ravish'd sense, Than thou could'st compass in the bound Of the whole year's unvarying round; And what the dainty spirits sing, The lovely images they bring, Are no fantastic sorcery. Rich odours shall regale your smell, On choicest sweets your palate dwell, Your feelings thrill with ecstasy.
No preparation do we need, Here we together are. Proceed.