Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
. . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
. . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
