Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
A long, exact, and serious comedy;
In every scene some moral let it teach,
And, if it read more
A long, exact, and serious comedy;
In every scene some moral let it teach,
And, if it can, at once both please and preach.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.