Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
'Tis folly to be wise.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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