No Surprises - Radiohead

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!