Maxioms by Thomas Gray
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
To brisk notes in cadence beating
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune,
He had not the method of making a fortune.
