Maxioms by Robert Pollok
He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor
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He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor
Away unalmed; and midst abundance died--
Sorest of evils!--died of utter want.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
'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.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
