Maxioms by Alexander Pope
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?
At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and read more
At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, read more
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of
our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our
naked skins.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
