Carmina Burana, "Confessio Goliae" (The Confession of Golias)

Since my soul is filled with a great turmoil, at the height of bitterness I lament against myself. Created from matter so light, I feel like a leaf with which the wind plays. While it is the way of the wise man to lay firm foundations upon the rock, I, a fool, compare myself to a rushing river that never stops beneath the same sky. I drift like a ship without a helmsman, like a bird wandering through the paths of the sky; there is no chain to hold me, nor key to lock me away, I seek my own kind and thus join with the wicked. To lead an austere life is nearly impossible for me; for I love gaming, which pleases me more than honey. Whatever deed Venus asks of me—she who never dwells in petty souls—is a pleasant labor. I travel the easiest path as is the way of youth, and entangle myself in vices, forgetting virtue; more greedy for pleasure than for eternal life, I am already dead in soul and care only for the body. - CARMINA BURANA