17 Jul '26 22:32
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
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 (1716-1771) - English melancholy poet, last stanza in ‘Ode to a Distant Prospect of Eton College’ (written in 1747 and published anonymously according to Wikipedia)
