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So liebe Kinder, 

hier mein Lieblingsgedicht:

Sonnet 14

von Richard Barnfield

Here, hold this glove (this milk-white cheveril glove)

     Not quaintly over-wrought with curious knots,

     Not deckt with golden spangs, nor silver spots,

Yet wholesome for thy hand as thou shall prove.

Ah no; (sweet boy) place this glove neere thy heart,

     Weare it, and lodge it still within thy brest,

     So shall thou make me (most unhappy), blest.

So shalt thou rid my paine, and ease my smart:

How can that be (perhaps) thou wilt reply,

     A glove is for the hand not for the heart,

     Nor can it well be prov'd by common art,

Nor reasons rule. To this, thus answere I:

     If thou from glove do'st take away the g,

     Then glove is love: and so I send it thee. 

Und mein Lieblingszitat:

"There are only two tragedies in life:
one is not getting what one wants,
and the other is getting it." 
-Oscar Wilde