They have a singular coherence.
Oh yes, my pensive youth, abstain;
And any empty sick sensation.
Remember, anything like pain
Is only your imagination.
Trust me, I’ve read your German sage
To far more purpose e’er than you did;
You find it in his wisest page,
Whom God deludes is well deluded.
Di. Where are the great, whom thou would’st wish to praise thee?