Maxioms by Alexander Pope
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
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.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings,
Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings,
Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
