But first on earth as vampire sent
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent
Then gastly haunt thy native place
And suck the blood of all thy race

All who joy would win
Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

I love not man the less, but nature more

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.