Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Alexander PopeHappy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Alexander PopePride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Alexander PopeHappy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Alexander Pope