GERMAN EPIGRAMS
Honourable Service.
If one have serv’d thee, tell the deed to many:
Hast thou serv’d many—tell it not to any.—Opitz.
A Mother’s Love.
E’er yet her child has drawn its earliest breath
A mother’s love begins—it glows till death—
Lives before life—with death not dies—but seems
The very substance of immortal dreams.—Wernicke.
Epitaph.
What thou art reading o’er my bones,
I’ve often read on other stones;
And others soon shall read of thee,
What thou art reading now of me.—Fleming.
Adam’s Sleep.
He laid him down and slept:—and from his side,
A woman in her magic beauty rose,
Dazzled and charm’d he call’d that woman “Bride,”
And his first sleep became his last repose.—Besser.