Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

Yes Great People Are Always Subject To Persecution And Always Getting Into Straits.

Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.