Hail mildly, pleasing solitude.
Companion of the wise and good,
But from whose holy, piercing eye,
The herds of fools and villains fly;
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whispered talk,
Which innocence and truth imparts,
And meets the most obdurate hearts. [ Thomson ]

High minds, of native pride and force.
Most deeply feel thy pangs. Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave! [ Scott ]

History tells us of illustrious villains, but there never was an illustrious miser. [ St. Evremond ]