Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
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Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug,
And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
