Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
Love conquers all things.
Each draws to his best-loved.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
The medicine increases the disease.