Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
