Maxioms by Alexander Pope
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
Always do right. That will gratify some of the people and
astonish the rest.
Always do right. That will gratify some of the people and
astonish the rest.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
