Maxioms by Alexander Pope
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.
But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.
