Dost mark how round us, with wide spiral curves, He wheels, each circlecloser than before? And, if I err not, he appears to me A line of fire upon histrack to leave.
All good and fair! Then deathless constancy thou'lt swear; Speak of one allo'ermastering passion, Will that too issue from the heart?Faust
Methinks a magic coil our feet around, He for a future snare doth lightlyspread.
And when the topmost peak we round, Then alight ye on the ground; Theheath's wide regions cover ye With your mad swarms of witchery!(They let themselves down.)}
Right! out with him who takes offence! A! tara lara da!Altmayer
And much, sir, may the liquor profit you!