Maxioms by Alexander Pope
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish read more
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Love and life are for to-day.
Love and life are for to-day.
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
