Prolog

Das Glück ist eine leichte Dirne

Good-Fortune is a giddy maid,
 Fickle and restless as a fawn;
She smoothes your hair; and then the jade
 Kisses you quickly, and is gone.

But Madam Sorrow scorns all this,
 She shows no eagerness for flitting;
But with a long and fervent kiss
 Sits by your bed—and brings her knitting.
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