The Best State
'How can I know the best state?'
In the way that thou know'st the best woman;
Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Votive Tablets
That which I learned from the Deity,-
that which through lifetime hath helped me,
Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Learned Workman
Ne'er does he taste the fruit of the tree that he raised with such trouble;
Nothing but taste e'er enjoys that which by learning is reared.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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A Peculiar Ideal
What thou thinkest, belongs to all; what thou feelest, is thine only.
Wouldst thou make him thine own, feel thou the God whom thou thinkest!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Wouldst thou teach me the truth? Don't take the trouble! I wish not,
Through thee, the thing to observe,--but to see thee through the thing.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Votive Tablets
That which I learned from the Deity,--
that which through lifetime hath helped me,
Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Sower
Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,
The golden seeds thou trustest to the earth;
And dost thou doubt the eternal spring sublime,
For deeds--the seeds which wisdom sows in time.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Virtue Of Woman
Man of virtue has need;-into life with boldness he plunges,
Entering with fortune more sure into the hazardous strife;
But to woman one virtue suffices; it is ever shining
Lovingly forth to the heart; so let it shine to the eye!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Majestas Populi
Majesty of the nature of man! In crowds shall I seek thee?
'Tis with only a few that thou hast made thine abode.
Only a few ever count; the rest are but blanks of no value,
And the prizes are hid 'neath the vain stir that they make.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Germany And Her Princes
Thou hast produced mighty monarchs, of whom thou art not unworthy,
For the obedient alone make him who governs them great.
But, O Germany, try if thou for thy rulers canst make it
Harder as kings to be great,--easier, though, to be men!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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