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.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."
"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
