Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were sure;
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were sure;
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold--
For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage.
And solid pudding against empty praise.
And solid pudding against empty praise.
