“That which they call love, it is nothing except the pain of longing.”

—  Walther von der Vogelweide

Daz si da heizent minne,
Deis niewan senede leit.
"Friuntlîchen lac", line 19; translation from Gale Sigal Erotic Dawn-Songs of the Middle Ages (Gainesville: University Press of Florida, 1996) p. 36.

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Middle High German lyric poet 1170–1230

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