Maxioms by Robert Pollok
'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words;
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
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.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.
