I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
Good but rarely came from good advice.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet