Quote#Wisdom
To each his suff'rings: all are men
Quote byThomas Gray · 1716–1771
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (written 1742–1750), St. 10.
English (original)
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
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Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose!