Samuel Butler

He that will win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
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He that will win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
With one hand thrust the lady from,
And with the other pull her home.

He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument, a man's no horse.
He'd prove a buzzard is read more

He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument, a man's no horse.
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,
And that a Lord may be an owl,
A calf an Alderman, a goose a Justice,
And rooks, Committee-men or Trustees.

Now, while the honour thou hast got
Is spick and span new.

Now, while the honour thou hast got
Is spick and span new.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.

Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.