For such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend.
The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.