Time bears away all things.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.