Except the savage boar.-----BY those who themselves more bravely have foughtA hero's praise will be joyfully told.The worth of man can only be taughtBy those who have suffer'd both heat and cold.-----"WHEREFORE is truth so far from our eyes,Buried as though in a distant land?"None at the proper moment are wise!
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasionof the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who was oneof the number, and who is especially alluded to in the 3rdverse.]
Behind the church-door with all speed;The moon still continues her clear light to shed
'NEATH the shadow
Tempest and torrent,Thunder and hail,Roar on their path,Seizing the while,As they haste onward,One after another.
'Midst full many a sorrow, many a care,Charlotte, I remember, we remember thee,
Well nigh feel I vanquish'd by my shame.
With such a scroll, which himself richly with life has adorn'd.-----CLASP'D in my arms for ever eagerly hold I my mistress,
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind,