Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, read more
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
