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.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
