Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)

Proverbs - Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

'TIS easier far a wreath to bind,
Than a good owner fort to find.
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I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight,
Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light.
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To the mother I give;
For the daughter I live.
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A BREACH is every day,
By many a mortal storm'd;
Let them fall in the gaps as they may,
Yet a heap of dead is ne'er form'd.
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WHAT harm has thy poor mirror done, alas?
Look not so ugly, prythee, in the glass!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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