Robert Pollok ( 10 of 18 )
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.
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.
'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.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
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.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
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.
