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.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

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.

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.

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

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