Thy misdeeds and thy peevish character,
Make glad the marriage bed, the happy nest,
Wherein the nuptial yoke unites the pair;
Set thyself in their soul, and in their breast
Until their life have ended its career,
Then may they go (and to this hope we cling)
To enjoy the pleasures of the eternal spring.
Do thou the shepherd's tiny cot pass by,
To do his duty leave the shepherd free,
Fly higher yet, since thou so high dost fly,