A Suicide Poem - Gay, Explained

It may be that dandies have always suffered, as in this poem Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson first published in 1897:

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,We people on the pavement looked at him:He was a gentleman from sole to crown,Clean favored, and imperially slim.And he was always quietly arrayed,And he was always human when he talked;But still he fluttered pulses when he said, ”Good-morning,”and he glittered when he walked.And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –And admirably schooled in every grace:In fine, we thought that he was everythingTo make us wish that we were in his place.So on we worked, and waited for the light,And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Fortunately for us modern dandies, It Gets Better.