1. All who reject bliss are wretched fools,
And who would fail to envy blissful souls

2. Save wretched tribes who know a bliss so base
It ends in shame and everlasting woes?

3. They revel for an hour, then Hell breaks in,
And all their laughing turns to tears and groans.

4. They revel for an hour, the next they weep,
Now doting, now repentant and cast down.