Maxioms by Samuel Butler
Shear swine, all cry and no wool.
Shear swine, all cry and no wool.
And still be doing, never done.
And still be doing, never done.
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.
A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like
a turnip. There is nothing good read more
A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like
a turnip. There is nothing good of him but that which is
underground.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
