Maxioms by Alexander Pope
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool read more
Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
