text:  Just heaven! dost thou grant us fairer fields and wider for the whirlwind to lay waste? Dost thou build us up habitations above the street above the palace above the citadel for the Plague to enter and carouse in? Has not my youth paid its dues paid its penalties? Cannot our griefs come first while we have strength to bear them? The fool! the fool! who thinks it a misfortune that his love is unrequited