Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
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In those fair fields read more
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
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In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool read more
Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
