Ludwig Tieck

“ O Love, how powerful art thou! Thy voice calmeth the storm, it reduceth the thundering public to silence. Thou confoundest the hearts of the critics; they have forgotten their anger; their refinement has been mislaid. ”

“ You yourself, dearer to me than Earth, Sun, and all the planets—What is it, my good friend?
Hinze
I'm trying to hunt — I beg you most humbly.
She
Barbarian! You dare to interrupt a passionate avowal of love! Clearly, you are not of woman born. You are not fit to live in human society. ”

“ A nightingale begins to warble in a nearby bush.
Hinze
She sings superbly, the songstress of the grove — but how delicious she must taste! — The great are so lucky; they can eat as many nightingales and larks as they like; — we poor common people must content ourselves with their singing, with the beauty of their nature, with their incomprehensibly sweet harmony. — It's so annoying that I can never listen to a bird singing without at the same time wanting to eat it. — Nature! Nature! Why do you always mar my finest emotions by saddling me with such a vulgar taste in music! ”