Is knowledge sweeter when it is hemmed in
By ignorance that does not know its master?
Is goodness easier when plenteous sin
Surrounds it? And can you not win
Joy for yourself without your friend’s disaster?
O foolish children! With more foolish fear,
Unworthy even of a well-trained devil!
Good things are good for all men,—that is clear;
To doubt it shows your heads are nowhere near
To that much-dreaded level!