Author of quotes: Martin Opitz

Your soul is a haven for your god.

Should (oh, barbarity!) turn into dust, turn into ashes?

But they mastered the sword, spear and lance.

Amid many tribulations, in meanness and misery,
When the robbery and heard by their dark deeds,
When it blooms the deception, and the truth died
When held in high esteem evil and goodness in shame
When the whole world is become a Sodom and Gomorrah, -
How dare I, a fool, oblivious to evil,
Not seeing what's around but ash, blood, and darkness
Singing songs about love, gracious sight,
The grace of manners, of plenitelnogo mouth?!
How cold my poem! No matter how low it is empty
For exhausted souls - an unnecessary burden.
So write about something else! It's time! But if not
You're a pitiful rhymer. You're not a poet.
And may you forever then reject the Muse.

My love, do not hesitate
Drink life juice!
Wait - now
Will miss the deadline.
All what we rich
You now
In oblivion once
Go away from us.
Fade this alot
Your cheeks,
Eye fatigue will close,
Passion tolls.
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So drink up, enjoy the fun!
Alarm off
As long as we resettled
They won't take the night.
Not hear reproach,
And you will understand
What is, surrendering to life,
Take it!

Only I saw her
Father's house I forgot
And all have hated,
What had once loved.
I do not plow, sow not
And do not herd sheep,
I just rave it
And soon the end of me.
Yourself bite, torment,
Its curse in their hearts,
Whose name is embedded
In the forest for the trees.