Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish read more
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Never find fault with the absent.
Never find fault with the absent.
