Thomas Gray

When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.

When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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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.

The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.

The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.

Hell is full of good intentions.
[Sp., El infierno es lleno de buenas intenciones.]

Hell is full of good intentions.
[Sp., El infierno es lleno de buenas intenciones.]

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.