Maxioms by Robert Pollok
'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.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
