Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, read more
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of
our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our
naked skins.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
