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.