Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
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!
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
