The world does not like tricks and of science and wit nor, their contests; this age does not like ancient thoughts, from core of hearts their show detests.

O wise economist, the books you write are quite devoid of useful aim: They have twisted lines with orders strange no warmth for labour, though they claim.

The idol houses of the West, their schools and churches wide; the ravage caused for, greed of wealth their wily wit attempts to hide.