Thomas Gray

Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

— Thomas Gray

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

— Thomas Gray

Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.

— Thomas Gray

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

— Thomas Gray

A favorite has no friend!

— Thomas Gray

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

— Thomas Gray

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.

— Thomas Gray

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

— Thomas Gray

Thought would destroy their paradise.

— Thomas Gray

See the Wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To Him are opening Paradise.

— Thomas Gray

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of Gratitude.

— Thomas Gray