Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now,

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

I Sacrifice To No God Save Myself - And To My Belly, Greatest Of Deities.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

No Man On Earth Is Truly Free, All Are Slaves Of Money Or Necessity. Public Opinion Or Fear Of Prosecution Forces Each One, Against His Conscience, To Conform.