Maxioms by Alexander Pope
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold;
Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,
And something read more
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold;
Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;
Those best can fear reproof who merit praise.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise;
Those best can fear reproof who merit praise.
Love and life are for to-day.
Love and life are for to-day.
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]
It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]
