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.

And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
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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.

Evil is like water, it abounds, is cheap, soon fouls, but runs itself clear of taint.

Evil is like water, it abounds, is cheap, soon fouls, but runs itself clear of taint.

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.

For trouts are tickled best in muddy water.

For trouts are tickled best in muddy water.