Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.