Maxioms by Alexander Pope
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.
There still remains to mortify a wit
The many-headed monster of the pit.
There still remains to mortify a wit
The many-headed monster of the pit.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
. . . 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.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
