Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While

On What Slender Threads Do Life And Fortune Hang.

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.

I Have Been Taken By Satan Into The Highest Mountain In The Earth, And When There He Said He To Me, ‘child Of Earth, What Wouldst Thou Have To Make Thee Adore Me?’ I Replied, ‘listen, I Wish To Be Providence Myself, For I Feel That The Most Beautiful, Noblest, Most Sublime Thing In The World, Is To Recompense And Punish.

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!