Diu welt ist ûzen schoene wîz grüen unde rôt und innân swarzer varwe vinster sam der tôt. - Walther von der Vogelweide

"Welcome, I'm master of the house" – a greeting I fall silent at.
"Welcome, my guest" – I have to answer, or give a bow.
Master, House – two names that have no shame attached;
but Guest and Lodging – the sense of shame you feel.

For five hundred years after Walther's death – until Goethe – no German lyric poet was his equal.

Under the lime tree
On the heather,
Where we had shared a place of rest,
Still you may find there,
Lovely together,
Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed.