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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe


LETTER LXV.

October 30.

A Hundred times have I been upon the point of catching her in my arms! What torment it is to see such loveliness, such charms, passing and repassing continually before one, and not dare to touch them! To touch is so natural: Do not children touch every thing that they see? and I!