Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
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.
