Mephistopheles monologue (Act 10) — Faust: A Tragedy

Yes: and for every knot he disentangles, He'll make another to produce new wrangles. Let the great world rant and riot, We'll know to house us here in quiet; In the great world 'tis a sanctioned plan, Each makes a little world the best he can. Look there; you see young witches without cover, And old ones prudently veiled over; Yield but to me, and I can promise thee, With little labor, mickle glee. I hear their noisy instruments begin! Confound their scraping!--one must bear the din. Come, come! what must be must be--let's go in! With my good introduction on this night, Thou shalt have laughter to thy heart's delight. What say'st thou, friend? this is no common show, A hundred lights are burning in a row, You scarce may see the end; They dance, they talk, they cook, they drink, they court; Now tell me, saw you ever better sport?