Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
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.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
