Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
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.
