Maxioms by Alexander Pope
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.
Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire.
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
