Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
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.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
