We frolic while 'tis May.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.