Maxioms by Robert Pollok
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive read more
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam
That through his lattice peeped derisively.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
