Where is my Wisdom? And here my dear Innocence?
Where is my Naïveté ? And O! where my Devotion?
The Idol has changed from Virtuous to Vicious,
The Worship is of a Disparate kind.
Now there is no Peace and Happiness but the momentous Pleasure seems to grant Euphoria.
Now there is no whiteness and purity, But that Minute
Gives you Heaven.
There is no Right or Wrong anymore ,
Only Desire and Pleasure Evermore.