Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
