Enough;—the theme is vast; sear me these necks of Hydra:
What shall drive away the thoughts flocking to this carcase?
Yea,—that all which man may think, hath long been said of Solitude:
For many wise have proved and preached its evils and its good.
I cannot add,—I will not steal; enough, for all is spoken:
Yet heed thou these for practice, and discernment among men.
There are pompous talkers, solemn, oracular, and dull:
Track them from society to solitude; and there ye find them fools.
There are light-hearted jesters, taking up with company for pastime;
How speed they when alone?—serious, wise, and thoughtful.