Maxioms by Alexander Pope
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all read more
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd,
All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.
