Maxioms by Robert Pollok
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
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.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
'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.
