Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more
Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
'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.
