Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
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The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it added something new.
And all who heard it made enlargements too.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
