Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
'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.
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.
