Maxioms by Thomas Gray
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
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.
