Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
While bright-eyed science watches round.
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.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
