Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
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.
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.
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
'Tis not amiss, ere ye're giv'n o'er,
To try one desp'rate med'cine more;
For where your case read more
'Tis not amiss, ere ye're giv'n o'er,
To try one desp'rate med'cine more;
For where your case can be no worse,
The desp'rat'st is the wisest course.
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.
As if Religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
As if Religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.
To swallow gudgeons ere they're catch'd.
And count their chickens ere they're hatch'd.
To swallow gudgeons ere they're catch'd.
And count their chickens ere they're hatch'd.
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.
