Maxioms by Alexander Pope
 To be, contents his natural desire,
 He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
  But thinks, admitted read more 
 To be, contents his natural desire,
 He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
  But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
   His faithful dog shall bear him company.
    Go wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense
     Weigh thy opinion against Providence. 
 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. 
 Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
 And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.  
 Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
 And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. 
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing read more
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
 Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
 By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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 Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
 By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
  Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
   And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.