Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the read more
To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the nation;
Sure John and I are more than quit.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
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.
