Fallere Letho.
Multa flagranti radiisque cincto
Integris, ah quam nihil inviderem,
Cum Dei ardentes medius quadrigas
Sentit Olympus!
I wonder whether Gray ever perused the following lines written by his friend and Biographer the Revd: Mr. Mason.
‘Is this the Bigot’s rant? Away ye vain!’
Your hopes your fears, in doubt, in dulness steep!
Go sooth your souls in sickness, grief, or pain,
With the sad solace of, eternal sleep.