Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

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

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.

T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All Was Gay Now Autumn Bears A Cloud Brow The Flowers Of Spring Are Swept Way And Summer Fruits Desert The Bough

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.