Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

OR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here,    So, brethren, sing:
GO
US
Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the glasses ring clear,    Remember then:

IF I, dearest Lily, did not love thee,
How this prospect would enchant my sight
And yet if I,
Lily, did not love thee,

VE for love, and moments sweet,
Lips returning kiss for kiss,
Word for word, and eyes that meet;
Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss

LY over the plain away,
Where by the boldest man no
Cut before thee thou canst discern,
Make for thyself a path

US roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes,
Now serious am, now seek to please;
Now love and hate in turn one sees;

VE is indeed a glorious prize
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes
—Though neither wealth nor power are thine,
A very hero thou dost shine

MY heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it
And nevermore

OR woman due allowance make
Form'd of a crooked rib was she,—By Heaven she could not straightened be
Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;

EN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fields thou tendest well,
It o'er them spreads its slime and mud

I
ED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand,

VE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy

LD this early bliss but
Constant for one single hour
But e'en now the humid
Scatters many a vernal shower