Maxioms by Alexander Pope
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny read more
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable;
A vile conceit read more
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable;
A vile conceit in pompous words express'd,
Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd.
