Maxioms by Alexander Pope
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable;
A vile conceit read more
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable;
A vile conceit in pompous words express'd,
Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.