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.
He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.