Maxioms by Robert Pollok
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
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.
He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor
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He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor
Away unalmed; and midst abundance died--
Sorest of evils!--died of utter want.
