Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect,

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

True Self-love And Social Are The Same.