English poem
Mephistopheles
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
Well! I’ll engage to let thee be: Thou darest not tell me so in earnest. The loss of thee were truly very slight,— comrade crazy, rude, repelling:
One has one’s hands full all the day and night; If what one does, or leaves undone, is right, From such a face as thine there is no telling.