Go Right On And Listen As Thou

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

I, Answering In The End, Began: 'alas, How Many Yearning Thoughts, What Great Desire, Have Lead Them Through Such Sorrow To Their Fate?

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.