Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious read more
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
