Samuel Butler

Like men condemned to thunderbolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts.

Like men condemned to thunderbolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts.

Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).

Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

Feast of Harriet Monsell of Clewer, Religious, 1883 The New Jerusalem, when it comes, will probably be found so read more

Feast of Harriet Monsell of Clewer, Religious, 1883 The New Jerusalem, when it comes, will probably be found so far to resemble the old as to stone its prophets freely.

So 'ere the storm of war broke out,
Religion spawn'd a various rout
Of petulant capricious sects,
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So 'ere the storm of war broke out,
Religion spawn'd a various rout
Of petulant capricious sects,
That maggots of corrupted texts,
That first run all religion down,
And after every swarm its own.