And suffered her no rest;She gave him a refreshing draught,
"I sing, like birds of blithesome note,
Glowing as the wine;Almost unto death I loved.
Oh, thou broom accurs'd?
Pledge to me thy troth!
Conceal my affliction,
Then the good and sensible youth made answer as follows"You are indeed quite right, my kind and excellent maiden,To begin by asking about the tastes of my parents!For I have hitherto striven in vain to satisfy Father,When I look'd after the inn, as well as my regular duty,Working early and late in the field, and tending the vineyard.Mother indeed was contented; she knew how to value my efforts;And she will certainly hold you to be an excellent maiden,If you take care of the house, as though the dwelling your own were.But my father's unlike her; he's fond of outward appearance.Gentle maiden, deem me not cold and void of all feeling,If I disclose my father's nature to you, who're a stranger.Yes, such words have never before escaped, I assure vonOut of my mouth, which is little accustom'd to babble and chatter;But you have managed to worm all my secrets from out of my bosom.Well, my worthy father the graces of life holds in honour,Wishes for outward signs of love, as well as of rev'rence,And would doubtless be satisfied with an inferior servantWho understood this fancy, and hate a better, who did not."
ON THE NEW YEAR.
Rear'd in silence, calmly, knowing nought,
Men I summon'd with respect,
WHERE goest thou? Where?Miller's daughter so fair!