Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
So justice while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
So justice while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument, a man's no horse.
He'd prove a buzzard is read more
He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument, a man's no horse.
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,
And that a Lord may be an owl,
A calf an Alderman, a goose a Justice,
And rooks, Committee-men or Trustees.
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and read more
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and take th' alarm,
You bus'ness is but to inform;
But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near,
You have a wrong sow by the ear.
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.
The extremes of glory and of shame, Like east and west, become the same No Indian prince has to his read more
The extremes of glory and of shame, Like east and west, become the same No Indian prince has to his palace - More followers than a thief to the gallows
This was the penn'worth of his thought.
This was the penn'worth of his thought.
It is tact that is golden, not silence.
It is tact that is golden, not silence.
Synods are mystical Bear-gardens.
Where Elders, Deputies, Church-wardens,
And other Members of the Court,
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Synods are mystical Bear-gardens.
Where Elders, Deputies, Church-wardens,
And other Members of the Court,
Manage the Babylonish sport.
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic,
Was beat with fist instead of a stick.
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic,
Was beat with fist instead of a stick.
The Roman senate, when within
The city walls an owl was seen,
Did cause their clergy, with read more
The Roman senate, when within
The city walls an owl was seen,
Did cause their clergy, with lustrations
. . . .
The round-fac'd prodigy t' avert,
From doing town or country hurt.
