Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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 fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
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.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive read more
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam
That through his lattice peeped derisively.
