Classic Poem

Monsieur! they spahren the caresses
By including the free men of flattery,
A man who forgot his mind,
Meynt that I have an angel be;
From them to me is this Tittel,
With grace said before, so not at all,
Why? It is now no means of
She and connect me kan
I am amazed that they are not ashamed,

To take Manch schlupffrich word in the mouth,
The no chastity suffer kan:
makes her heil'ger Eiffer
We Magdchen always hot the Holle,
And thus arouses the jealousy Geiffer,
The honing our kiss to know.
And yet provides offt her example
The allergrosten hypocrites ago

And thunder in the Pobels ear;
From the outside they leave as an angel,
But looks a Kluger on the ground,
They are full of great deficiency,
Just as the Pharisaers mouth.
Monsieur! Although they want vexiren,
This is not Apostolic out:
The Schaaf-Peltz they should adorn something
But the Wolff-bellows eats him out;
-Sweethearts
And talk me out of arrogance,
The Kauffmann to put back on,
And want to tap Being in the basket.
You mogen with the blond hair
And their silver stripes
Drive to the other on the wedding,
Jch do my part, and likes nothing more.
You squinting to mind and jokes,
The error is certainly not bad;
So I'm making to use even now,
What nechst her rhyme just brecht.
like they nourish,
And soon see as Suprintenten,
I darff it but no Brodt perceive,
Because diß kan other warts happen.
My love, I kiss jetzo,
And the tenderly Kisses me again,
Makes life so well susse me
Is Aemtchen.
The church-yard under my dress
Jst not determined prior to her body,
You are looking for andre Love Joy
Bey of that with wild thyme glows!
And they want no other myrtles,
So mogens Being rabbit poplars,
The slack and her hair umgurten,
Adieu Monsieur! they are not mine.