PITY? NO!

Pity? No! I wish not pity.

That were but a bitterer scorn,

Disdain ruthlessly made witty

With a serious look to strain

Its awful joke. No; let me mourn

In peace. Pity me not again!

Pity? No! Let more scorn come,

More indifference, more disdain:

These are the conforts of my home.

To change their look to pity were too far

To make me feel a direr pain.

Pretend not good: it cannot be.

Let evils all seem as they are.

To mask them were a mockery

Heartless and evilly rare.