The ignorance of a prudish pastor Who says every pleasure is a grave sin. The flagrant falsehood of a man who stands Upon his lector and defiles love With his homilies, saying, "Loves are aught!" The Philosopher who must slice every Word to tiny pieces, not listening Always defining, diverting to a thousand hills. The freed slave who wishes all else To be a slave, ever, to he; For he is angry about long Forgotten woes. Those annoy me.