A Wretched Child Is He Who Does

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

This Is What It Means To Be A Slave; To Be Abused And Bear It; Compelled By Violence To Suffer Wrong.