Jean-Baptiste Moliere. the misanthrope (№ 152677)

What sort of benefit is when you "one heart"
Vows of fidelity, love and friendship is eternal,
Praises you, and he runs then
And moves with every squirt
In the marketplace brings the love and the respect...
For the noble souls there is in this humiliation!
And even proud what an honor
From all over the universe to divide brotherly flattery?
Only preference feelings will aggravate;
And the one who loves everyone, he loves nobody.
But if you like the evils of the day,
You, hell is not of my people.
That heart that still nobody cares happy
Roomy too, and I don't need it.
Want to be featured and right will tell you:
Who is a common friend for all those I hold dear!