Schiller, Friedrich von

Early practice what a master wants to be

Sparkling like a son of the sun, / Like the light's source of fire, / He jumps out of the barrel, sparkling / Purple and crystal clear

Give / freedom of thought

It is dangerous to wake the lion, / The tiger's tooth is fatal, / But the most terrible of terrors, / That is man in his madness

Compared to Goethe I am and will remain a poetic rascal

Obedience is the first duty

Here the guest turns with horror

High meaning often lies in children's play

I only have an office here and no opinion

Is the crown such a unique good? / Is it so bitterly hard to part with?

Can I stomp armies out of the ground? / Will a field of corn grow in the palm of my hand?

The pain is short, and the joy is eternal!

to live is to dream; to be wise is to dream pleasantly

Farewell, you mountains, you beloved meadows, / you cozy, quiet valleys, farewell!

girl can you hate forever / Does offended love never forgive?

Men's pride in front of royal thrones

With the arrow, the bow, / through mountains and valleys / comes the archer drawn / early in the morning ray

Gods themselves fight in vain with stupidity