Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
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.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
