Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
