Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the devil read more
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the devil in.
'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.
