My claims were justified in all men's sight; I put my trust in equity and right; Yet, to my horror and the world's disgrace, Justice is mocked, and I have lost my case! A scoundrel whose dishonesty is notorious Emerges from another lie victorious!
That virtue in this world is hated ever; Malicious men may die, but malice never.
It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I'm right.
Here in the world, each human frailty Provides occasion for philosophy, And that is virtue's noblest exercise.
There is nothing I detest so much as the contortions of these great time-and-lip servers, these affable dispensers of meaningless embraces, these obliging utterers of empty words, who view every one in civilities.
We must eat to live, and not live to eat.