Who but in pain a lesser pleasure see?’
Seid then—‘O fool! my agony is great,
And think’st thou I can idly speculate?’”
“The same I say;—let him display his skill
On the world’s woe, who does not feel its ill;
Let speculate the man who feels no pain,
To whom the world is all a pageant vain—
An empty show, stretched out that he may sit,
And crying ‘Fie!’ or ‘Bravo!’ show his wit.
Me the deep feeling of its mighty woe