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THE BURGHERS	A
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THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation	B
But the father continued precisely as he had begun it	C
What is not in a man can never come out of him surely	D
Never I fear shall I see fulfill'd my dearest of wishes	A
That my son should be unlike his father but better	E
What would be the fate of a house or a town if its inmates	A
Did not all take pride in preserving renewing improving	F
As we are taught by the age and by the wisdom of strangers	A
Man is not born to spring out of the ground just like a mere mushroom	G
And to rot away soon in the very place that produced him	H
Leaving behind him no trace of what he has done in his lifetime	I
One can judge by the look of a house of the taste of its master	E
As on ent'ring a town one can judge the authorities' fitness	A
For where the towers and walls are falling where in the ditches	A
Dirt is collected and dirt in every street is seen lying	F
Where the stones come out of their groove and are not replaced there	J
Where the beams are rotting and vainly the houses are waiting	F
New supports that town is sure to be wretchedly managed	K
For where order and cleanliness reign not supreme in high places	A
Then to dirt and delay the citizens soon get accustom'd	L
Just as the beggar's accustom'd to wear his cloths full of tatters	A
Therefore I often have wish'd that Hermann would start on his travels	A
Ere he's much older and visit at any rate Strasburg and Frankfort	M
And that pleasant town Mannheim so evenly built and so cheerful	N
He who has seen such large and cleanly cities rests never	E
Till his own native town however small he sees better'd	O
Do not all strangers who visit us praise our well mended gateways	A
And the well whited tower the church so neatly repair'd too	P
Do not all praise our pavements Our well arranged cover'd in conduits	A
Always well furnish'd with water utility blending with safety	D
So that a fire whenever it happens is straightway extinguish'd	Q
Is not this the result of that conflagration so dreadful	N
Six times in Council I superintended the town's works receiving	F
Hearty thanks and assistance from every well disposed burgher	E
How I design'd follow'd up and ensured the completion of measures	A
Worthy men had projected and afterwards left all unfinish'd	Q
Finally every man in the Council took pleasure in working	F
All put forth their exertions and now they have finally settled	R
That new highway to make which will join our town with the main road	S
But I am greatly afraid that the young generation won't act thus	A
Some on the one hand think only of pleasure and trumpery dresses	A
Others wont stir out of doors and pass all their time by the fireside	T
And our Hermann I fear will always be one of this last sort '	-
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Forthwith to him replied the excellent sensible mother	E
'Father you're always unjust whenever you speak of your son and	U
That is the least likely way to obtain your wishes' fulfillment	V
For we cannot fashion our children after our fancy	D
We must have them and love them as God has given them to us	A
Bring them up for the best and let each do as he listeth	W
One has one kind of gift another possesses another	E
Each one employs them and each in turn in his separate fashion	B
Good and happy becomes My Hermann shall not be upbraided	X
For I know that he well deserves the wealth he'll inherit	Y
He'll be an excellent landlord a pattern to burghers and peasants	A
And as I clearly foresee by no means the last in the Council	N
But with your blame and reproaches you daily dishearten him sadly	D
As you have done just now and make the poor fellow unhappy '	-
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Then she left the apartment and after her son hasten'd quickly	D
Hoping somewhere to find him and with her words of affection	B
Gladden his heart for he the excellent son well deserved it	C
Smilingly when she had closed the door continued the father	E
'What a wonderful race of people are women and children	B
All of them fain would do whatever pleases their fancy	D
And we're only alow'd to praise them and flatter them freely	D
Once for all there's truth in the ancient proverb which tells us	A
He who moves not forward goes backward a capital saying '	-
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Speaking with much circumspection the druggist made answer as follows	A
'What you say good neighbour is certainly true and my plan is	A
Always to think of improvement provided tho' new 'tis not costly	D
But what avails it in truth unless one has plenty of money	D
Active and fussy to he improving both inside and outside	T
Sadly confined are the means of a burgher e'en when he knows it	C
Little that's good he is able to do his purse is too narrow	Z
And the sum wanted too great and so he is always prevented	X
I have had plenty of schemes but then I was terribly frighten'd	U
At the expense especially during a time of such danger	E
Long had my house smiled upon me decked out in modish exterior	E
Long had my windows with large panes of glass resplendently glitterd	U
Who can compete with a merchant however who rolling in riches	A
Also knows the manner in which what is best can be purchased	U
Only look at the house up yonder the new one how handsome	A2
Looks the stucco of those white scrolls on the green colour'd panels	A
Large are the plates of the windows how shining and brilliant the panes are	B2
Quite eclipsing the rest of the houses that stand in the market	U
Yet at the time of the fire our two were by far the most handsome	A2
Mine at the sign of the Angel and yours at the old Golden Lion	B
Then my garden was famous throughout the whole country and strangers	A
Used to stop as they pass'd and peep through my red colourd palings	A
At my beggars of stone and at my dwarfs which were painted	U
He to whom I gave coffee inside my beautiful grotto	U
Which alas is now cover'd with dust and tumbling to pieces	A
Used to rejoice in the colour'd glimmering light of the mussels	A
Ranged in natural order around it and connoisseurs even	C2
Used with dazzled eyes to gaze at the spars and the coral	N
Then in the drawing room people look'd with delight on the painting	F
Where the prim ladies and gentlemen walked in the garden demurely	D
And with pointed fingers presented the flowers and held them	D2
Ah if only such things were now to be seen Little care I	E2
Now to go out for everything needs to be alter'd and tasteful	N
As it is call'd and white are the benches of wood and the palings	A
All things are simple and plain and neither carving not gilding	F
Now are employ'd and foreign timber is now all the fashion	B
I should be only too pleased to possess some novelty also	A
So as to march with the times and my household furniture alter	E
But we all are afraid to make the least alteration	B
For who is able to pay the present charges of workmen	C2
Lately a fancy possess'd me the angel Michael whose figure	E
Hangs up over my shop to treat to a new coat of gilding	F
And the terrible Dragon who round his feet is entwining	F
But I have left him all brown as he is for the cost quite alarm'd me '	-

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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