Maxioms by Samuel Butler
With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.
With mortal crisis doth portend,
My days to appropinque an end.
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.
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.
Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.
Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches read more
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches and the gathers
Port-cannons, periwigs, and feathers.
