Maxioms by Robert Pollok
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
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.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
'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.
