GRAY, Thomas Quotes
(1716-1771), English poet
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise.
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, and all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, await alike the inevitable hour; the path of glory leads but to the grave.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Hard unkindness mocks the tear it forced to flow.