Maxioms by Alexander Pope
And not a vanity is given in vain.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
