Maxioms by Thomas Gray
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions date descry.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
. . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
. . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
