A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

But Whether It Be Dream Or Truth, To Do Well Is What Matters. If It Be Truth, For Truth's Sake. If Not, Then To Gain Friends For The Time When We Awaken.

One May Know How To Gain A Victory, And Know Not How To Use It.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.