The Paths Of Glory Lead But To

But Knowledge To Their Eyes Her Ample Page Rich With The Spoils Of Time Did Ne'er Unroll; Chill Penury Repressed Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

Not All That Tempts Your Wandering Eyes And Heedless Hearts, Is Lawful Prize; Nor All That Glisters Gold.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.