Giacomo Leopardi. (№ 262621)

Shall we a future deprived of
And no end of shame?
While I'm alive, addressed to you
My poems, sick generation, -
In them the ancestors of the voice of reproach.
The earth that you trample, stores, ruins
The ancient temples. So take a look for once
On statues, scrolls and paintings!
But if the spirit died away,
Not for your country to such a fate.
Go and look for shelter modest.
It is better to be a widow
Than faint-hearted to nurture men.