For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. – Alexander Pope
Behold the child, by Natures kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. – Alexander Pope
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. – Alexander Pope
Behold the child, by Natures kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
Never was it given to mortal man – To lie so boldly as we women can. – Alexander Pope