Oh, friends, what joy doth this betide!
For us, for us He still will fight!
The angels' sacred choir around
Rejoice before the mighty Lord,
So that all creatures hear the sound:
"Zebaoth's God be aye adored!"
PROVERBS.
A thousand flies did I at even slay,
Yet did one wake me at the break of day.
Who serves the public is a sorry beast;
He frets himself; no one thanks him the least.
Wouldst thou nothing useless buy,
Be sure the fairs you go not nigh.
I could no greater sorrow own
Than live in Paradise alone.
TAME XENIA.
[The Epigrams bearing the title of "Xenia" were written by Goethe and Schiller together, having been first occasioned by some violent attacks made on them by some insignificant writers. They are extremely numerous, but scarcely any of them could be translated into English. Those here given are merely presented as a specimen.]
God gave to mortals birth,
In his own image, too;
Then came himself to earth,
A mortal kind and true.
