Some cry up Haydn, some Mozart

For God's sake (I never was more serious), don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

I have something more to do than to feel.

Severe and saintly righteousness Composed the clear white bridal dress; Jesus, the Son of Heaven's high King Bought with his blood the marriage ring

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days— All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

Please to blot out gentle hearted, and substitute drunken dog, ragged head, seld-shaven, odd-ey'd, stuttering, or any other epithet which truly and properly belongs to the Gentleman in question.