Maxioms by Alexander Pope
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the read more
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain read more
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
To err is human; to forgive, divine. -Alexander Pope.
To err is human; to forgive, divine. -Alexander Pope.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
