Can Honor's Voice Provoke The

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.

T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All Was Gay Now Autumn Bears A Cloud Brow The Flowers Of Spring Are Swept Way And Summer Fruits Desert The Bough

Some Bold Adventurers Disdain The Limits Of Their Little Reign, And Unknown Regions Date Descry.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

In Buskined Measures Move Pale Grief And Pleasing Pain, With Horror, Tyrant Of The Throbbing Breast.