One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
War May Know
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.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
Madness Themselves Illusion
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Loveliness Which World
'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
Hell Where Fell
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Madness Love Love Is
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.
Gain Time Truth
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
Life Only Life Is A
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.