Many an evil, many a bliss

        Go to make existence' hell,

But the greatest evil of all is this:

        To live and to know it well.

Since this from life at once we see

        Thus simply gathered,

Must not the greatest bliss then be

        To die and know oneself dead?

That's true, as far as I guess,

That's true and impossible,

As far as I know and tell.

So much for happiness!