I chase, then, after no one's arms
And blinded not by their charms
I stand firm in this realm alone
Better that than be undone
By deceits of tongue, lips, or pen
Better the laurel wreath alone
Than an empty loving cup
Better pride in solitary standing
Than to beggar your heart by bartering
For the favour of a grudging friend
They are not worth the time you give
Who seek you not with hours to live