Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the read more
The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to
verify my notions have only wasted my time.
All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
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All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is is right.
Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
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Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthened every shade.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.