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6797	Schiller, Friedrich	The Poems of Schiller — Suppressed poems			.txt	text/plain	10791	1314	98	Thou dost bring to book, good cousin. Therefore thou, like other folk, Where thy tricks, thou cunning one? Now thou mayest--more shame to thee-Since thou my thread of life hast kindly spun, Since thou hast spared that life whilst scarce begun, Let, if thou will'st, the death-shears, sharply close, A man like me--pray where's his head? Death and life receiving like a slave-A voice exclaims: thou art a man! 'Tis true thy breath doth rock the leaves upon the trees, Love thee too, when his heart, in yonder spring-like sphere, Thou, of thy race beginner and ender! Yet time will come when shame will crumble beneath thee, Thy gaze flies through the realms of the world's long story, And of yore thou called'st him thy son. No mortal love thy heart must e'er allow, Send Thou forth Thy spirit-band, Yet Thou into life didst bear me,	./cache/6797.txt	./txt/6797.txt