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. Thomas Gray
Ignorance and Stupidity
. . . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. Thomas Gray
Simplicity
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Thomas Gray
Solitude and Loneliness
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Thomas Gray
