Maxioms by Alexander Pope
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.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
