Pave the roads! Mend the fences!
For the harlot of harlots arrives.
Where is she headed?
Look! Unto the foolish man’s house!

What? She brings not her cabinet with her?
It is said that she has a lover…
Could it be?
That Mammon could be dumb…

Gossip mongers harass her carriage;
Cabbages! Wheat! Malt!
Indeed chemistry has not seen;
Science cannot comprehend;
Logic hangs by the rope;
The cunning have fallen prey to the foolish.

How love cannot be explained!
Miners sing of her perfume;
Politicians sing of her charisma;
Yet only one man…
Sings of her heart.