To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
Thomas GrayAny fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
Thomas GrayThere are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.
Thomas GrayThe meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.
Thomas Gray