Schiller, Friedrich von

And the sun of Homer, behold! she smiles at us too

And faithfulness is not an empty delusion after all

And the earth rules God, the money

And if you do not risk your life, / your life will never be won

Life's goods are unequally distributed / Among the fleeting race of people / But nature is eternally just

Even the weak become powerful

Damn whoever plays with the devil!

The future is walled up for mortals

Reasonable reasons can do a lot

Betrayal severs all ties

All strong souls are related

Four elements, / Intimately united, / Form life, / Build the world (Wunslied)

Hot from the forehead / the sweat must trickle

Of all the good things in life / Glory is the highest, / When the body crumbles to dust / The great name still lives

A bridge is built of pearls / High over a gray lake / It is being built in a moment / And dizzily it rises to the heights

What hands built, hands may bring down

What is the long and short of it?

What one refuses before the minute, / Will not return eternity

What bound Venus, the bringer of fortune, / May Mars, the star of misfortune, tear quickly