I Will Have This Done, So I

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And Purity.

No One Ever Became Thoroughly Bad In One Step.

Here We All Live In A State Of Ambitious Poverty.