Cholera: I greet you, my friend, John Bull, and I greet the khedive.
I come for my pleasure, I am then besotted.
I think you’re sitting here and still just bored.
Today I have therefore come so we may be together.
None of you invited me here, I invite myself, friends.
There will be life and desire here… no, death, for you know my weapon.
I want to rule, even I, in good potentates.
When I strike, I strike powerful blows, then proud states tremble.
I have an irresistible power, and here, so bright and sunny,
we must now dance to the beat and have so much fun.
(Fäderneslandet, Stockholm, 1883)
Sic Transit Pestilentia 