I was once a rich man , of love and life .
Hearken to my joyful tidings as I bring you to my...

A pessimist greeted by Death,
had a morose demeanor drawn on his face...

I've seen thou's heart,
the competitive blood...

I've seen many kinds of ladies,
each possesing qualities that differ...

I ever met an awful shrew,
whoose name I dare not speak...

I trudge upon the blackened streets,
(a remorse I contain,a demeanour morose...