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.