Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

Fair Laughs The Morn, And Soft The Zephyr Blows, While Proudly Rising O'er The Azure Realm In Gallant Trim The Gilded Vessel Goes, Youth On The Prow, And Pleasure At The Helm.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

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

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.