And last of all comes death.
Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.