Maxioms by Alexander Pope
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
