Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in read more
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
