Thomas Gray

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

'Tis folly to be wise.

Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.