Maxioms by Alexander Pope
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Solid pudding against empty praise.
Solid pudding against empty praise.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?