Maxioms by Samuel Butler
Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
For his religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
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For his religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
For he was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true Church Militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery;
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By Apostolic blows and knocks.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
