The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints not of woe

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

Can I see another's woe, / And not be in sorrow too?

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Do whatever makes your spirit glow out loud.

Well, ... we're not going to whine about it. What good does that do? You can find ways to say, 'Woe is me.' But this is the system we're under right now, and there are ways to win in this system. You can do it through the Amateur Draft. You can do it through the Rule 5 draft. You can get lucky with a kid from Venezuela.