Maxioms by Alexander Pope
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all read more
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd,
All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
