Maxioms by Robert Pollok
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.
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.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
