Maxioms by Alexander Pope
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke read more
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all read more
The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it added something new.
And all who heard it made enlargements too.