Maxioms by Alexander Pope
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
