In a word, he would say, error was error, — no matter where it fell, — whether in a fraction, — or a pound, — 'twas alike fatal to truth, and she was kept down at the bottom of her well, as inevitably by mistake in the dust of a butterfly's win, — as in the disk of the sun, the moon, and all the stars of heaven put together.
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman and, A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy (Volume 1), Book II, Chapter XIX (p. 131)