Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.