About poverty! Finally, I approved
Lesson thy bitter! Than I deserve
your persecutions, lord of the hostile,
contentment the enemy, a severe sleep mutitel?..
What do I, when I was rich,
About that I am not going to mention:
In the silence of the good must happen,
But nothing about this to interpret.
Here I will find food for my thoughts,
I feel, which is not quite perished
I am with my fate.
