Maxioms by Robert Pollok
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
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 money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
