Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
