To Lawgivers.

Ever take it for granted, that man collectively wishes
That which is right; but take care never to think so of one!

Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller was a renowned German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. Born on November 10, 1759, in Marbach am Neckar, and passing away on May 9, 1805, in Weimar, Schiller is considered one of the most important figures in German literature. His works, including 'Ode to Joy' and 'William Tell', have left a lasting impact on Western literature and thought.

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Thekla. A Spirit Voice.

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The Key.

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The Plague. A Phantasy.

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The Bards Of Olden Time.

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