Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
Thomas GrayHe pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Thomas GrayNo further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Thomas Gray