Oh the sun runs its course from the east to the west With the best of our motives illumined Then it sinks with a sigh in the dusk of the heart And our virtue lies worthless as rumour You can be what you like if you like what you are We reflect but the sum of our creeds But we don't seem to seize on the tenets we hold And they slip through the sieve of our deeds When we see our mistakes we ache with regret And the pain makes a lasting impression But we are stoics at heart when the time is at hand To beat our breasts and make a true confession