Classic Poem

Let there be hell again! —
That virtue thought to do without,
Confusing goodness with rash plenty.
The evil have a right to live
In the freedom conferred on fools.
But give them back their hell,
And may it be the home of fools as well.

There is not enough of the good things
To go round among so many.
The virtuous persuaded virtue
To be a providence to all
And, for a fairer name,
To stop hell's meats and harvests,
Nourishing the fat foreigners herself.
They have indeed been nourished,
They gleam with flesh as richly as before;
While virtue's own, for hospitality,
Renounce the democratic board
That once a table was of friends.
Meals to the foul, and scraps to the fools —
The sign of virtue is to starve.
Therefore let there be hell again.
Virtue cannot herself and those maintain.