Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the read more
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
