A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

The experience of this sweet life.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

Love insists the loved loves back