Person of call, to a needy calamity?
Futures we have seen, with blossoming hours
Two and through the liming glass, the spare of vanity
Time is an issue of voice, we remember being, the spoken lover

Or so a virtue in the more, has said
Sweeter by truth, or exacted in liberty?
When a spell of undauntable vice, with mere came a head
Of lucre, we see is another voice, callous or ready...

The reasons of our kind, are the wealth we imagine
Today, and the desire we few
Notion and baring of specialness, as if a power to climb
The role of simplicity, to look among sense and who

Beauty, is the name for it
Shame in its long run, toward the affirming sun
Worth to develop a lip, of conscience under the earthly moon, whit
Is the cost of our soul's, if a care ever has the breath it is meant?

Now, and deified as a love's warmth
The all of piety in summation's live, is a redress we can seem
To become, for a new image of done and dread, the neglecting wealth
Of curiosity and the name of philosophy, we collect for a having dream

Patience, never petulance
Prowess, ever prestige's harmony
Pleasance, moreover, the guidance of instance
Prevail, lover's of honor, we see the anxiety...