Maxioms by Alexander Pope
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold--
For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
