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.

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.

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.

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.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the read more

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.