This too for certain know, that underneath
The water dwells a multitude, whose sighs
Into these bubbles make the surface heave,
As thine eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turn."
Fix'd in the slime they say: "Sad once were we
In the sweet air made gladsome by the sun,
Carrying a foul and lazy mist within:
Now in these murky settlings are we sad."
Such dolorous strain they gurgle in their throats.
But word distinct can utter none.
Hey, you could have aced that test if you just studied. "I don't care."
Are you making an effort to have good relations with your family? "I don't know. Does it matter?"
Why aren't you doing anything about issues in your community? "I'm not affected, it's not my problem."
Are you pursuing a life that truly makes you happy? "Why try? The world is only going to waste. I don't see anyone else doing it anyway."