Maxioms by Alexander Pope
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!
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.
Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
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But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?
