Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
