Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
Like men condemned to thunderbolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts.
Like men condemned to thunderbolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts.
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only read more
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow:
Some kick'd read more
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow:
Some kick'd until they can feel whether
A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather.
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
And though it be a two-foot trout,
'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
And though it be a two-foot trout,
'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains
in place while all the lesser read more
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains
in place while all the lesser stars do homage to it.
Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.
In mathematics he was greater
Than Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater;
For he, by geometric scale,
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In mathematics he was greater
Than Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater;
For he, by geometric scale,
Could take the size of pots of ale.
His fear was greater than his haste:
For fear, though fleeter than the wind,
Believes 'tis always read more
His fear was greater than his haste:
For fear, though fleeter than the wind,
Believes 'tis always left behind.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
