O’er things to human touch forbidden.
Godless who said so; sons shall rue
Their parents’ folly,
Who flushed with wealth, with insolence flown,
The sober bliss of man outgrown,
The trump of Mars unchastened blew,
And stirred red strife without the hue
Of justice wholly.
Live wiselier thou, not waxing gross
With gain, thou shalt be free from loss.