Maxioms by Alexander Pope
So obliging that he ne'er obliged.
So obliging that he ne'er obliged.
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.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
