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.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
