Maxioms by Alexander Pope
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
He's armed without that's innocent within.
He's armed without that's innocent within.
