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Florian’s copies of the verses of Margrave 
Prokop of Luxembourg from his captivity in Pressburg.
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My good friend, perhaps a few of my verses will please you as much as they pleased me when I wrote them with a poor quill and weak ink in captivity in Presburg, Hungary.
Little tit, thou fearest nothing,
that dread birds of prey pursue thee.
Singing sweetly is your sole pleasure.
I would guard thee, pretty bird,
no cage I’d have, but freedom with thee.
We’d fly beyond the Danube, over the northern forests,
my heart would beat for you alone.
He who has no freedom, neither can he give it,
but only sing that once again, the earth shall turn green in the spring.
To no one by debt and none by command, only to the smiles of girls does my heart confess.
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