But they wring out our blood
For their banquet of gold!
They annul laws of God,
Soul and body are sold!
Hark now! hall and palace,
Ring out, dome and rafter!
Ay, laugh on, ye callous!
In Hell there’ll be laughter.”
[78] “Well, before I’d put on stockings no better washed than those!”
[79] “Paid for, is it? It would not have been if thou hadst had to earn the money.”