After this I could sleep no more, and in thought I followed gotz through the snow-storm.
Hereupon a cry of joy broke from me: "gotz," and again "gotz!"
He imagined for some reason that he was quoting from Goethe's gotz von Berlichingen.
And how well could gotz make me to feel as though I shared his possession!
The letters sent to gotz had reached him through a merchant's house in Venice.
The rolling and flashing overhead made the sorrel horse almost tear gotz's hands off the wrists.
Nay, it was the plume in gotz's hat, towering above the throng, which showed us that they were come.
How our cheeks would burn when many a time we spoke of the love which was the bond between gotz and his fair Gertrude.
Stirb, Gtz, du hast dich selbst berlebt—Die, gotz; thou hast outlived thyself.
Whereat I smiled right gladly up at my new lover, and answered him in a whisper: "Not one, gotz, not one."