The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!