Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
