Sanguis speaks of pride and admirations,
The blood of life is Sanguis- happiness.
Sanguis speaks of lust and pure sensations,
The ranges of passion it does impress.

The lesson although modernly unsound,
Is Sanguis' place of balance in one's life.
Each mouth speaking of injuries profound,
Accepts the drugs of melancho and strife.

The temptation of depression is much stupider,
While Sanguis is the greater fool's gain.
While the melancholy admire upon Jupiter,
Happiness is for anyone to claim.