Maxioms by Alexander Pope
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.
