Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
