Maxioms by Alexander Pope
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
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.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
