In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight,

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Life Is Not To Be Bought With Heaps Of Gold; Not All Apollo's Pythian Treasures Hold, Or Troy Once Held, In Peace And Pride Of Sway, Can Bribe The Poor Possession Of The Day.