“Then had I grief’s proud thoughts, and said, in tone
Of exultation, ‘World, I am alone! 260
I care not for thee, thou art vile and base,
And I shall leave thee for a nobler place.’
“So I the world abused—in fact, to me
Urbane and civil as a world could be;
Nor should romantic grievers thus complain,
Although but little in the world they gain;
But let them think if they have nothing done
To make this odious world so sad a one;