It seems everyone wants to go somewhere to be with others rather than staying alone.
Good for them!
Not me.
“All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” Pensées)
And, from Friday Evening Conversation (Thanks, Tina!)
"Oh, Solitude"
by Henry Purcell (died 1695)
(link to song)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4LPmpQMgSU
O Solitude
by Henry Purcell
English source: Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant, trans. Katherine Philips
O solitude, my sweetest choice,
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult and from noise,
How ye my restless thoughts delight!
O heav’ns! what content is mine
To see those trees, which have appear’d
From the nativity of time,
And which all ages have rever’d,
To look today as fresh and green
As when their beauties first were seen.
Oh, how agreeable a sight
These hanging mountains do appear,
Which th’ unhappy would invite
To finish all their sorrows here,
When their hard fate makes them endure
Such woes as only death can cure.
Oh, how I solitude adore!
That element of noblest wit,
Where I have learned Apollo’s lore,
Without the pains to study it.
For thy sake I in love am grown
With what thy fancy does pursue;
But when I think upon my own,
I hate it for that reason too,
Because it needs must hinder me
From seeing and from serving thee.
O solitude, oh, how I solitude adore!
_Original French text -_
_Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant (1594-1661)_
_Translated to English -_
_Katherine Philips (1631-1664)
