Maxioms by Alexander Pope
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.
