(This image is accompanied by a lengthy poem for pandemic times; just a few phrases here.)

Oh, maiden, the power of your beauty
Has kindled me so powerfully
That my body temperature
Is so high as only with typhus;
It increases to 40,5,
My pulse beats as never before,
One hundred beats per minute,
That is how much feeling you arouse in me.
….
Oh, most beautiful, see my fever!
You are its antiphlogisticum,
My hydropathic foment,
Known for working eminently.
Let’s be allopaths here,
Be ice and cool my pain,
Yet when kissing I’ll say later:
Similia similibus.

(Fliegende Blätter, Munich, 1870)