Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.
And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
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What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
Is this too little?
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
