With what righteous indignation man does call,
Upon the Fates, his God, and the heavens above,
To bare witness of his temporally unjest state,
All the while denying his Creator's love...

What pride, what vanity of the creature called man,
He who would follow his own course, his own plan,
All the while seeking the blanket endorsement of divine favor,
When true fidelity he does not begin to savor...

A duality this creature truely is without a doubt,
The pairing of spirit within and flesh without,
If only he could put aside his petty dreams,
Then, perhaps, he might be ready to understand divine things...