“Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!” MenLifePainRaceFateSorrowDiseaseTrainStormLabourRefugeWeepingRacks Book:The works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Mitford). Source: The works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Mitford).
“To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.” KnowsMenShouldPainHappinessWiseFateIgnoranceSorrowLateRingsBlissParadiseFollyToo LateBeing WiseIgnorance Is BlissUnfeeling Author:Thomas Gray
“Commerce changes entirely the fate and genius of nations, by communicating arts and opinions, circulating money, and introducing the materials of luxury; she first opens and polishes the mind, then corrupts and enervates both that and the body.” NationsFateGeniusCommerce Author:Thomas Gray
“Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.” FateLimitsVulgar Author:Thomas Gray
