An excuse for poverty
Author: Carew
You poor, unfortunate guy.
You are too conceited.
I want to find my place in this world.
Your humble hut, or your barrel.
Just a hotbed of laziness or pedantry
Cheap sunshine and cool spring water
Chew roots and weeds;
Your right hand destroyed your noble passion.
It is these passions that form bad moral qualities.
You desecrated nature and numb your senses.
Turn the living into stones like a gorgon.
We don't need this gloomy society.
Force you to control yourself.
I don't need those stupid things that go against human nature.
I don't know happiness or sadness, and neither do I.
You are forced to put hypocrisy and nobility on positive tenacity.
This humble guy
Have a place in a mediocre life.
Become your servile mind; But I only admire
This virtue is like allowing such excesses.
Brave and generous behavior, imperial luxury
Caution and magnanimity in seeing everything.
And the virtues of heroes.
May time wash away all the names left by this virtue.
Leaving only some models, such as Hercules,
Achilles, theseus. Retract your nest.
When you see the rising star of civilization,
You should study and find out what those values are.