Robert Pollok ( 8 of 18 )
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.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
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.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Get wealth and power, if possible by grace,
If not, by any means, get wealth and place.
Get wealth and power, if possible by grace,
If not, by any means, get wealth and place.
