Maxioms by Alexander Pope
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews read more
. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things.
What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things.
