Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.
For fools admire, but me of sense approve.
For fools admire, but me of sense approve.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]
It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]
