I know human beings, some of whom are my own
Countrymen.  I know them for a loathsome lot.
Like maggots, they squirm on each other in their
Heedless search for any fetid source of sustenance.
Like cattle, they plod stupidly together, never led
By thought.  They do not learn.  They don't imagine.
Gain has no appeal for them.  They'd rather guard
Against a loss, and, thus, my friend, you'll waste
Your time if you intend to better things.  This loathsome
Lot would rather everything was kept the same.