June 17, 1784 Weimar, Germany
My letters will have shown you how lonely I am. I do not dine at Court, I see few people, and take my walks alone, and at every beautiful spot I wish you were there.
I cannot help loving you more than is good for me; I shall feel all the happier when I see you again. I am always conscious of my closeness to you, your presence never leaves me. In you I have a measure for every woman, for everyone; in your love a measure for all that is to be. Not in the sense that the rest of the world seems obscure to me, on the contrary, your love makes it clear; I see quite clearly what men are like and what they plan, wish, do and enjoy; I do not begrudge them what they have, and comparing is a secret joy to me, possessing as I do such an imperishable treasure.
You in your household must feel as I often do in my affairs; we often do not notice things simply because we do not choose to look at them, but things acquire an interest as soon as we see clearly the way they are related to one another. For we always like to join in, and the good man takes pleasure in arranging, putting in order and fostering the right and its peaceful rule. Farewell, you whom I love a thousand times.
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