Samuel Butler

For as our modern wits behold,
Mounted a pick-back on the old,
Much farther off, much further read more

For as our modern wits behold,
Mounted a pick-back on the old,
Much farther off, much further he,
Rais'd on his aged Beast, could see.

And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.

And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.

I do not mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy.

I do not mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy.

Everyone should keep a mental wastepaper basket, and the older he grows, the more things will he promptly consign to read more

Everyone should keep a mental wastepaper basket, and the older he grows, the more things will he promptly consign to it.

Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.