All that afford to us pleasure, all that's beauty
Always turning to the nonsense, to the torment
Life is dying in the boredom and mortifying
Goodness fills up spectacular philanthropy

In danger people join
Sometimes the separate
When wake up appetites
For gouerning and for reign

All men's culture is essentially attempting something indefinite
Somethings what's so far beyond our ability of comprehension

We are drawing truth of those
Whom we are believing the least in fact
We are allowing to lead by those
For whom we feel aversion now.