Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life,

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, 't Is Folly To Be Wise.

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene The Dark Unfathom'd Caves Of Ocean Bear: Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Sweetness On The Desert Air.