Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
If Stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us
out?"
If Stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us
out?"
