To each his suff'rings: all are men,
--Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
--Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet, ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
--And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise,
No more; -- where ignorance is bliss,
--'Tis folly to be wise.
-- Thomas Gray -- from "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College"
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