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.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.
Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.