Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
