Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
Haste is slow.
[Lat., Festinatio tarda est.]
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
