Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
