O sinful state where mankind lay
To kiss a hand, to list inspire
Thou curseth love with hope burnt gray
Impossible beneath thy ire
Where gone virtues simple ways?
Whither went the bygone times
To refrain vice through all our days
When men did suffer for their crimes?
Favour not the greed and lust
Drink in joy and not for health
Long the chains that bind us rust
Work for honour, not for wealth
Sadness, those days, we miss them so
Of course, those days, no one hath known
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