Maxioms by Alexander Pope
And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.
And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
