Robert Pollok

'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.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

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.

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.