Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

There was a king of Thule,
Was faithful till the grave,
To whom his mistress dying,
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There was a king of Thule,
Was faithful till the grave,
To whom his mistress dying,
A golden goblet gave.
[Ger., Es war ein Konig in Tule
Gar treu bis an das Grab,
Dem sterbend seine Buhle
Einen gold'nen Becher gab.]

Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

Which is the best government? That which teaches us to govern ourselves

Which is the best government? That which teaches us to govern ourselves

He who does not feel his friends to be the world to him, does not deserve that the world should read more

He who does not feel his friends to be the world to him, does not deserve that the world should hear of him.

With little art, clear wit and sense
Suggest their own delivery.
[Ger., Es tragt Verstand und rechter read more

With little art, clear wit and sense
Suggest their own delivery.
[Ger., Es tragt Verstand und rechter Sinn,
Mit wenig Kunst sich selber vor.]