Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

The nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.

Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.

So much wrong could religion induce.