Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
