Maxioms by Alexander Pope
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
