Maxioms by Alexander Pope
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews read more
. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
