Thomas Gray
“Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.”
“Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.”
“The paths of glory lead but to the grave.”
“Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.”
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,”