Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Against stupidity the very gods
Themselves contend in vain.
[Ger., Mit der Dummheit kampfen Gotter selbst vergebens.]

Against stupidity the very gods
Themselves contend in vain.
[Ger., Mit der Dummheit kampfen Gotter selbst vergebens.]

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but
they have heads like a soapboiler's.
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A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but
they have heads like a soapboiler's.
[Ger., Schad'um die Leut'! Sind sonst wackre Bruder
Aber das denkt, wie ein Seifensieder.]

The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
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The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.
[Ger., Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich
Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde.]