Friedrich Nietzsche - Self dissembling lyrics

She loves him now and has since been looking forth with as quiet confidence as a cow ; but alas! It was precisely his delight that she seemed so fitful and absolutely incomprehensible! He had rather too much steady weather in himself already! Would she not do well to simulate her old character? to simulate indifference? Does not love itself advise her to do so? Vivat comcedia!