Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain read more
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
