Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
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.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;
Those best can fear reproof who merit praise.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;
Those best can fear reproof who merit praise.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
