I Came Up Stairs Into The World,

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.