Listen! I will be honest with you,
 I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but
   offer rough new prizes,
 These are the days that must happen to you:
 You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
 You shall scatter with lavish hand all that
   you earn or achieve,
 You but arrive at the city to which you were
   destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to
   satisfaction before you are call'd by an 
   irresistible call to depart,
 You shall be treated to the ironical smiles
   and mockings of those who remain
   behind you,
 What beckonings of love you receive you
   shall only answer with passionate kisses of
   parting,
 You shall not allow the hold of those who
   spread their reach'd hands toward you.