Maxioms by Thomas Gray
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.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they read more
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious read more
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
As to posterity, I may ask (with somebody whom I have forgot)
what has it ever done to oblige read more
As to posterity, I may ask (with somebody whom I have forgot)
what has it ever done to oblige me?
