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Hearts grow heedless in the breast,
Eyes forget to see.

Ach du meine Güte!

(Clarisse)

These smiling women! Always prating,
Like waterwheels forever stirred!
How I prefer the German maiden,
Who comes to bed without a word.

(Good thing he loved prostitutes and lived in the 1800s. I doubt he'd get laid, for free, in the current day).

"An deine blauen Augen
Gedenk ich allerwärts;
Ein Meer von blauen Gedanken
Ergießt sich über mein Herz"

"Es machen mir meine Gespenster
Sogar einen Tagesbesuch."

The letter that you wrote me
Occasions me no grief;
You're out of love, you wrote me,
But you were hardly brief.

Twelve pages, crammed unduly
With calligraphic stuff!
One doesn't write so fully
When one is breaking off.

You have ruined my life, so now,
My love, what more do you need?

Buddy read with Ebba and Julie

My heart holds many serpents,
And you, my love, as well.

"They have tormented and vexed me
Into a frantic state,
The ones with their loving affection,
The others with their hate.
They dosed my drink with venom,
They poisoned the bread I ate,
The ones with their loving affection,
The others with their hate.
But she who was my vexation
And sorrow, all others above,
She never showed me hatred,
And never showed me love."

"A single fir stands lonesome
On barren northernly height.
He drowses; frost and snowstorm
Shroud him in swathes of white.
He dreams about a palm - she,
In the orient far, alone,
Sorrowing stands and silent
At a blazing scarp of stone."

"In those days Germany was full of verse. Everyone wrote it, from school children to government ministers, even the king of Bavaria, and if possible, published it in almanacs, calendars, journals, and newspapers."

Many of these ery impressive even today.