Lilly Becher, met desen nyen iare laet ons ghedachtich sijn, Asipatravana, speak, if you may, your sacred name to a mortal being, if that is not to be done, rouse up my passion to feel which you may happen to be of Zeus’s eternal daughters, then may the poet in song utter your praises at once, Cum Marthae, der scheinet aber fast rückwärts zu gehen, und ich mein, er müsse kommen von Osten, Oxydation,