We hope to see procreation of beautiful things, and thus any beauty (like a rose) will always live on. Thus, after a man dies, his child can bear the father's memory. But you! Like a candle, you shrink into burning totally by yourself, although the fire is as bright as your eyes. You should enjoy abundance, but now you are making a famine yourself. You are your own foe; you are too cruel in treating yourself thus. You, who are the world's fresh ornament and the messenger of joyful spring, bury your happiness in your bud, which refuses to bloom. And you are a good miser in hoarding only yourself up -- you may be rich, but what a waste! Please pity the world (us) and take your duty with your spirit and with your body, or you will commit the sin of gluttony.