Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day read more
Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain,
With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
