Poesia postata in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
they think they done me no injury,
and are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
who make up a heaven of our misery.
E siccome in lietezza ballo e canto,
ignoran che m'han fatto tanto male, e stanno a pregar Dio, i Preti, e il Re...