Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
