Die Luegenhafte Phyllis Poem by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die Luegenhafte Phyllis
Mein Damon spricht:
Kind, luege nicht!
Sonst werd ich strafen muessen,
Und dich zur Strafe kuessen.
Er droht mir, sieht verdruesslich aus,
Und strafet mich schon im voraus.
Sonst log ich nicht.
Nur seit er spricht:
Du sollst mir fein mit Kuessen
Die losen Luegen buessen,
Red ich kein wahres Woertchen mehr.
Nun, Schwestern, sagt, wo koemmt das her?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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