Let's plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident; may pain and pleasure, success and failure, shift as they will -- it's only action that can make a man.

Du, Erde, warst auch diese Nacht beständig Und atmest neu erquickt zu meinen Füßert, Beginnest schon mit Lust mich zu umgeben, Du regst und rührst ein kräftiges Beschließen, Zum höchsten Dasein immerfort zu streben. This night, thou, Earth! hast also stood unshaken,And now thou breathest new-refreshed before me,And now beginnest, all thy gladness granting,A vigorous resolution to restore me,To seek that highest life for which I'm panting.

Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore, Not even I would plague the sorry creatures more.