Maxioms by Alexander Pope
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain read more
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
