Maxioms by Alexander Pope
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
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Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess,
Some are and must be greater than the rest.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess,
Some are and must be greater than the rest.
