Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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.
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!
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not read more
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
