Maxioms by Alexander Pope
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his read more
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
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.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
Chaos of thought and passion all confused.
