Maxioms by Alexander Pope
But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his read more
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
