In truth, a violet fair.Then came a youthful shepherdess,And roam'd with sprightly joyousness,And blithely woo'd
In his breath alone is rife!
IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,
For there in changeful guise her image stirsWhat erst was one, to many turneth fast,In thousand forms, each dearer than the last.
And what though all the world should sink!
His throbbing heart brooks no delaying.His maiden then comes--oh, what ecstasy!Thy flowers thou giv'st for one glance of her eye!
And a more excellent style, love, and love only can teach."Thus did the Sophist discourse. What mortal, alas! could resist him?
Whenever he will.
Perchance e'en over the sea;Move onward, ye sheep, then, move onward!
Once some children nimbly ran;Longing much to purchase all,They with joyous haste beganSnatching up the piles there raised,While with eager eyes they gazedOn the rosy fruit so nice;But when they found out the price,Down they threw the whole they'd got,Just as if they were red hot.
When upon yon spot it stood,Like a rolling billow came,
Our union e'er is chill'd.