Gentle to others, to himself severe.
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
Then never less alone than when alone.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.