Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
