01c. 1743 ADHow many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
02c. 1743 ADAmbition tempts to rise, Then whirls the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
03c. 1743 ADWhen first thy sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, designed, To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade thee form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse, thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore; What sorrow was thou bad’st her know, And, from her own, she learned to melt at other’s woe.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
04c. 1743 ADThe boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour; The path of glory leads but to the grave.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
06c. 1743 ADFull many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
09c. 1743 ADHere rests his head upon the lap of earthA youth to fortune and to fame unknown.Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,And Melancholy marked him for her own.Thomas Gray / quote ↗
