Maxioms by Alexander Pope
"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."
"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
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.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
