Wilhelm Grimm

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.'

Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right— all that falls to them is so much gain-all their geese are swans-all their cards are trumps-toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves, but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?

he thought it a great pity to put the leathern saddle upon it.

but take care you do not suffer her to go and take leave of her father and mother.'

but she wept still more and more, and fell at his feet,

that stops the view from my window.

threw him down the bank,

A long while after,

'Till the prisoner is fast, And her doom is cast, There stay! Oh, stay!