Pity swells the tide of love.
By all means use some time to be alone.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!