Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
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Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
