Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XI

But it is sad to think that youth was given us in vain, that we betrayed it every hour, 4 that it duped USJ that our best aspirations, that our fresh dreamings, in quick succession have decayed 8 like leaves in putrid autumn. It is unbearable to see before one only of dinners a long series, to look on life as on a rite, 12 and in the wake of the decorous crowd to go, not sharing with it either the general opinions or the passions.