“But after all, what is our present state?
’Tis bad, and may be better—all men’s lot:
Most men are slaves, none more so than the great,
To their own whims and passions, and what not;
Society itself, which should create
Kindness, destroys what little we had got:
To feel for none is the true social art
Of the world’s Stoics—men without a heart.”