Chapter 3

Cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it Must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil Tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows There is nothing better than death, for it is peace Tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed Wait, child! What is life but waiting?

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#70][ge70v10.txt]5509

Cautious inquiry saves recantation Nature is sufficient for us There are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave Waiting is the merchant's wisdom Woman's hair is long, but her wit is short

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#71][ge71v10.txt]5510

Secluded monotony of his life as a scar over memory

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#72][ge72v10.txt]5511

Camels, which were rarely seen in Egypt

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#73][ge73v10.txt]5512

Chance, which took no heed of merit or unworthiness Deceived himself concerning the value of his own work Gods whom men had invented after their own likeness Hate the person from whom he receives benefits

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#74][ge74v10.txt]5513

Aimless life of pleasure

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#75][ge75v10.txt]5514

Forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse Two griefs always belong to one joy

ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v8 [GE#76][ge76v10.txt]5515

Regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established

ARACHNE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#77][ge77v10.txt]5516

Aimless life of pleasure Camels, which were rarely seen in Egypt Cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it Cautious inquiry saves recantation Forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse Must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil Nature is sufficient for us Regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established Secluded monotony of his life as a scar over memory Tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows There is nothing better than death, for it is peace There are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave Tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed Two griefs always belong to one joy Wait, child! What is life but waiting? Waiting is the merchant's wisdom Woman's hair is long, but her wit is short

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#78][ge78v10.txt]5517

Abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy Spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women Talk of the wolf and you see his tail Temples of the old gods were used as quarries Women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#79][ge79v10.txt]5518

Ancient custom, to have her ears cut off Caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no Gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows How could they find so much pleasure in such folly Of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser Prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure Who can hope to win love that gives none Who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face?

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#80][ge80v10.txt]5519

Love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion Self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave The man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude You have a habit of only looking backwards

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#81][ge81v10.txt]5520

In whom some good quality or other may not be discovered Life is not a banquet

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#82][ge82v10.txt]5521

Gratitude is a tribute on which no wise man ever reckons Healthy soul is only to be found in a healthy body Man is the standard of all things Persians never prayed for any particular blessing The immortal gods have set sweat before virtue Things you mean are only what they seem to us Would want some one else to wear herself out for Any woman can forgive any man for his audacity in loving her

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#83][ge83v10.txt]5522

A knot can often be untied by daylight Hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod Life is a function, a ministry, a duty So hard is it to forego the right of hating Those who will not listen must feel Use their physical helplessness as a defence

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#84][ge84v10.txt]5523

An old war horse, though harnessed to the plough As soon as a white thread could be distinguished from a black one

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v8 [GE#85][ge85v10.txt]5524

He was made to be plundered Old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v9 [GE#86][ge86v10.txt]5525

Better place if there were neither masters nor servants See with agonizing clearness what he had lost in her

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v10 [GE#87][ge87v10.txt]5526

Thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Georg Ebers, v12 [GE#89][ge89v10.txt]5528

Sea-port was connected with Medina by a pigeon-post

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#90][ge90v10.txt]5529

A knot can often be untied by daylight Abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy An old war horse, though harnessed to the plough Ancient custom, to have her ears cut off As soon as a white thread could be distinguished from a black one Better place if there were neither masters nor servants Caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no Gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows Hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod He was made to be plundered How could they find so much pleasure in such folly In whom some good quality or other may not be discovered Life is not a banquet Life is a function, a ministry, a duty Love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion Of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser Old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory Prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure Sea-port was connected with Medina by a pigeon-post See with agonizing clearness what he had lost in her Self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave So hard is it to forego the right of hating Spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women Talk of the wolf and you see his tail Temples of the old gods were used as quarries The man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude Thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority Those who will not listen must feel Use their physical helplessness as a defence Who can hope to win love that gives none Who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? Women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life You have a habit of only looking backwards

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#91][ge91v10.txt]5530

Man, in short, could be sure of nothing Misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#92][ge92v10.txt]5531

For what will not custom excuse and sanctify?

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#93][ge93v10.txt]5532

Force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors It is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#94][ge94v10.txt]5533

Begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice Cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#95][ge95v10.txt]5534

Galenus--What I like is bad for me, what I loathe is wholesome

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#97][ge97v10.txt]5536

Obstacles existed only to be removed Speaking ill of others is their greatest delight The past must stand; it is like a scar

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v9 [GE#99][ge99v10.txt]5538

He only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present Never to be astonished at anything

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v10[GE#100][g100v10.txt]5539

Possess little and require nothing

A THORNY PATH, by Georg Ebers, v11[GE#101][g101v10.txt]5540

He has the gift of being easily consoled

A THORNY PATH, by Ebers, Complete [GE#103][g103v10.txt]5542

Begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice Cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin For what will not custom excuse and sanctify? Force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors Galenus--What I like is bad for me, what I loathe is wholesome He has the gift of being easily consoled He only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present It is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief Man, in short, could be sure of nothing Misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen Never to be astonished at anything Obstacles existed only to be removed Possess little and require nothing Speaking ill of others is their greatest delight The past must stand; it is like a scar

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#104][g104v10.txt]5543

Shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best'

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#106][g106v10.txt]5545

Abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) The heart must not be filled by another's image

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#107][g107v10.txt]5546

Deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#109][g109v10.txt]5548

Welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#110][g110v10.txt]5549

False praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Georg Ebers, v8 [GE#111][g111v10.txt]5550

His sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one No virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed Retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" Strongest of all educational powers--sorrow and love Usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs

IN FIRE OF THE FORGE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#112][g112v10.txt]5551

Abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) Deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift False praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace His sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one No virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed Retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" Shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' Strongest of all educational powers--sorrow and love The heart must not be filled by another's image Usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs Welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#113][g113v10.txt]5552

As every word came straight from her heart Be cautious how they are compassionate Beware lest Satan find thee idle! Brought imagination to bear on my pastimes Comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others Faith and knowledge are things apart Flee from hate as the soul's worst foe For the sake of those eyes you forgot all else Her eyes were like open windows Last Day we shall be called to account for every word we utter Laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man Maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear May they avoid the rocks on which I have bruised my feet Men folks thought more about me than I deemed convenient No man gains profit by any experience other than his own One of those women who will not bear to be withstood The god Amor is the best schoolmaster They who will, can When men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#114][g114v10.txt]5553

Be happy while it is yet time Germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep On with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him The not over-strong thread of my good patience Vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#115][g115v10.txt]5554

A small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs All I did was right in her eyes Especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly Happiness should be found in making others happy Have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid Hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance No false comfort, no cloaking of the truth One Head, instead of three, ruled the Church Though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#116][g116v10.txt]5555

Love which is able and ready to endure all things Wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#117][g117v10.txt]5556

All things were alike to me Fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home Were we not one and all born fools

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#118][g118v10.txt]5557

Forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked Shadow which must ever fall where there is light Woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it)

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#119][g119v10.txt]5558

Marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire Misfortunes never come singly

MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v8 [GE#120][g120v10.txt]5559

Ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) One who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks We each and all are waiting

MARGERY, by Ebers, Complete [GE#121][g121v10.txt]5560

A small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs All I did was right in her eyes All things were alike to me As every word came straight from her heart Be cautious how they are compassionate Be happy while it is yet time Beware lest Satan find thee idle! Brought imagination to bear on my pastimes Comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others Especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly Ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) Faith and knowledge are things apart Flee from hate as the soul's worst foe For the sake of those eyes you forgot all else Forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked Fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home Germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep Happiness should be found in making others happy Have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid Her eyes were like open windows Hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance Last Day we shall be called to account for every word we utter Laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man Love which is able and ready to endure all things Maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear Marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire May they avoid the rocks on which I have bruised my feet Men folks thought more about me than I deemed convenient Misfortunes never come singly No man gains profit by any experience other than his own No false comfort, no cloaking of the truth On with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him One Head, instead of three, ruled the Church One who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks One of those women who will not bear to be withstood Shadow which must ever fall where there is light The god Amor is the best schoolmaster The not over-strong thread of my good patience They who will, can Though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness Vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture We each and all are waiting Were we not one and all born fools When men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport Woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it) Wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#122][g122v10.txt]5561

A live dog is better than a dead king Always more good things in a poor family which was once rich Harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes No happiness will thrive on bread and water

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#123][g123v10.txt]5562

Dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods Shuns the downward glance of compassion That tears were the best portion of all human life

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#124][g124v10.txt]5563

The blessing of those who are more than they seem

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#125][g125v10.txt]5564

Cunning which is often a characteristic of narrow minds Pride in charms which we do not possess (vanity)

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#126][g126v10.txt]5565

Catholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus)

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#127][g127v10.txt]5566

Attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#128][g128v10.txt]5567

Whoever will not hear, must feel

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v9 [GE#130][g130v10.txt]5569

Before learning to obey, he was permitted to command Grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one To the child death is only slumber

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v10[GE#131][g131v10.txt]5570

The greatness he had gained he overlooked Who does not struggle ward, falls back

BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Ebers, Complete [GE#132][g132v10.txt]5571

A live dog is better than a dead king Always more good things in a poor family which was once rich Attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others Before learning to obey, he was permitted to command Catholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus) Dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods Grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one Harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes No happiness will thrive on bread and water Shuns the downward glance of compassion That tears were the best portion of all human life The blessing of those who are more than they seem The greatness he had gained he overlooked To the child death is only slumber Who does not struggle ward, falls back Whoever will not hear, must feel

A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#133][g133v10.txt]5572

He was steadfast in everything, even anger

A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#134][g134v10.txt]5573

No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point To expect gratitude is folly Whoever condemns, feels himself superior

A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#135][g135v10.txt]5574

Among fools one must be a fool

A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Ebers, Complete [GE#138][g138v10.txt]5577

Among fools one must be a fool He was steadfast in everything, even anger No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point To expect gratitude is folly Whoever condemns, feels himself superior

BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#139][g139v10.txt]5578

A blustering word often does good service Held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront The shirt is closer than the coat Those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' Wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without

BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#140][g140v10.txt]5579

Art ceases when ugliness begins Debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors Despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns Repos ailleurs The best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation To whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure

BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#141][g141v10.txt]5580

Hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on Must take care not to poison the fishes with it

BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#142][g142v10.txt]5581

Drinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of it Here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised Standing still is retrograding To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels Youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little'

BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#144][g144v10.txt]5583

A blustering word often does good service Art ceases when ugliness begins Debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors Despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns Drinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of it Hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on Held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront Here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised Must take care not to poison the fishes with it Repos ailleurs Standing still is retrograding The shirt is closer than the coat The best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation Those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels To whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure Wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without Youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little'

IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#145][g145v10.txt]5584

Arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone Honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment Ovid, 'We praise the ancients' Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains Who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again Who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes

IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#146][g146v10.txt]5585

Buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future Mirrors were not allowed in the convent

IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#147][g147v10.txt]5586

Repeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!

IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#148][g148v10.txt]5587

Arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone Buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future Honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment Mirrors were not allowed in the convent Ovid, 'We praise the ancients' Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains Repeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late! Who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes Who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again

A QUESTION, by Georg Ebers, [GE#149][g149v10.txt]5588

Absence of suffering is not happiness Laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening People see what they want to see Seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it Wrath has two eyes--one blind, the other keener than a falcon's

THE ELIXIR, by Georg Ebers, [GE#150][g150v10.txt]5589

Caress or a spank from you--each at the proper time Clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment Couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them Death itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip' Exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world If speech be silver, silence then is gold!

THE GREYLOCK, by Georg Ebers, [GE#151][g151v10.txt]5590

At my age we count it gain not to be disappointed Had laid aside what we call nerves Like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another To-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day

COMPLETE SHORT WORKS by Georg Ebers, [GE#153][g153v10.txt]5592