Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
The dew of compassion is a tear.