Maxioms by Alexander Pope
No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.
No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.
Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme,
The air-built castle, and the golden dream,
The maid's romantic read more
Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme,
The air-built castle, and the golden dream,
The maid's romantic wish, the chemist's flame,
And poet's vision of eternal fame.
What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
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What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
Is this too little?
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
