If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
— Thomas Gray
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
'Tis folly to be wise.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
