Faust: Parts I & II

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Such a lovesick fool would blow up the Sun, High up in the air, with the Moon and Stars, To provide his sweetheart with a diversion.

I feel folk are ripe for Judgement Day,

Take hoe and spade: and dig yourself, Labouring will make you great,

Though they’re malicious, in modernity, Where fools now boast about their sinful stories, They too have ceased to want the Angels’ glories: [5355] Confess themselves the plague of land and city.

Witch-bitches, ghost-hostesses,

Sabine, the Norcian Necromancer.