I neither listen to others nor do I speak of my own condition; long live my weary, wounded head and this difficult madness.

In this couplet, the poet steps away from the noise of the world, choosing neither to hear unsolicited advice nor to share his own suffering. Instead, he offers a wry blessing for his own weary and battered head, which loyally endures the crushing weight of passion and madness. It captures a state of profound solitude where one's inner frenzy, however painful, becomes a cherished companion far more honest than society.