Maxioms by Alexander Pope
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, read more
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
