Robert Pollok

He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the devil read more

He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the devil in.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

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.