Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
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.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
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.
He ne'er consider'd it as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth,
And very wisely would read more
He ne'er consider'd it as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth,
And very wisely would lay forth
No more upon it than 'twas worth;
But as he got it freely, so
He spent it frank and freely too:
For saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
And still be doing, never done.
And still be doing, never done.
The function of vice is to keep virtue within reasonable bounds.
The function of vice is to keep virtue within reasonable bounds.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
'Tis not antiquity, nor author,
That makes truth truth, altho' time's daughter.
'Tis not antiquity, nor author,
That makes truth truth, altho' time's daughter.
Honor is like a widow, won
With brisk attempt and putting on.
Honor is like a widow, won
With brisk attempt and putting on.
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no;
That would, as read more
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no;
That would, as soon as e'er she shone straight,
Whether 'twere day or night demonstrate;
Tell what her d'ameter to an inch is,
And prove that she's not made of green cheese.
