Schiller, Friedrich von

das highest but / Von all goods is the beauty of women

the paradise of lands / that God loves like the apple of his eye

the man can be helped

God helps the brave!

the idea / Was childish, but divinely beautiful

faith gives life

every advantage counts in war

Mars rules the hour

what is / more forgetful than gratitude?

But also from cloudless heights / The igniting thunder can strike / Therefore in your happy days / Fear the misfortune's treacherous proximity!

But war also has its honor / The mover of human destiny

Oh! Miracles don't happen anymore!

Almighty love! Divine! You are rightly called the queen of souls!

Up the sky with gentle steps / Comes the fragrant night It follows sweet / Love Rests and loves / Phoebus, the loving, rests

The boy sat at the spring, he wound flowers into a wreath