Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
