Maxioms by Alexander Pope
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
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.
