Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
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.
'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.
'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
