Mr. Mentz cries: “I will not rot in Hell–
for all my actions have been virtuous!
I’ve been more virtuous than I can tell–
for modesty is quite imperious
in this, the castle of my heart! And thus
it always is for those who lead with zeal:
their perfect eloquence, which makes no fuss,
can’t quite express the perfect way they feel.
But, then again, they cannot quite conceal
the shining points of their nobility.
Of my own virtue I make no big deal–
but isn’t it just evident in me?”
Up to applaud damned souls are glad to leap.
Devils for miles around snore loud in sleep.