Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

England, so long mistress of the sea, Where winds and waves confess her sovereignty, Her ancient triumphs yet on high shall bear And reign the sovereign of the conquered air.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.