Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

From Toil He Wins His Spirits Light, From Busy Day The Peaceful Night; Rich, From The Very Want Of Wealth, In Heaven's Best Treasures, Peace And Health.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of An Author.

Thought Would Destroy Their Paradise.

The Boast Of Heraldry, The Pomp Of Pow'r, And All That Beauty, All That Wealth E'er Gave, Awaits Alike Th' Inevitable Hour. The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.