Thomas Gray

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.

A favorite has no friend!

A favorite has no friend!