The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

Love, Who Insists That Love Shall Mutual Be, Link'd Me To Him With Charm Strong As Our Fates; Even Now It Leaves Me Not, As Thou Dost See.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words