Robert Pollok

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

Get wealth and power, if possible by grace,
If not, by any means, get wealth and place.

Get wealth and power, if possible by grace,
If not, by any means, get wealth and place.

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.