For Though I Am A Body Of

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.