Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
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.
Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
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.
Shear swine, all cry and no wool.
Shear swine, all cry and no wool.
For zeal's a dreadful termagant,
That teaches saints to tear and cant.
For zeal's a dreadful termagant,
That teaches saints to tear and cant.
Besides 'tis known he could speak Greek
As naturally as pigs squeak;
That Latin was no more read more
Besides 'tis known he could speak Greek
As naturally as pigs squeak;
That Latin was no more difficile
That to a blackbird 'tis to whistle.
This was the penn'worth of his thought.
This was the penn'worth of his thought.
So justice while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
So justice while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
If he that in the field is slain
Be in the bed of honour lain,
He that read more
If he that in the field is slain
Be in the bed of honour lain,
He that is beaten may be said
To lie in Honour's truckle-bed.
