Samuel Butler Short Quotes

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He had got a hurt
O' the inside, of a deadlier sort.

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Who thought he 'd won
The field as certain as a gun.

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I 'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

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While the honour thou hast got
Is spick and span new.

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Friend Ralph, thou hast
Outrun the constable at last.

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A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.

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She that with poetry is won,
Is but a desk to write upon.

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He'd run in debt by disputation,
And pay with ratiocination.

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True as the dial to the sun,
Although it be not shin'd upon.

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Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.

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With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.

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Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun.

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He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no.

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When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.

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For money has a power above
The stars and fate, to manage love.

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Like feather bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

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He that complies against his will.
Is of his own opinion still.

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And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By apostolic blows and knocks.

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Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat!
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."

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As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon 't.

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Learning, that cobweb of the brain,
Profane, erroneous, and vain.

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We grant, although he had much wit,
He was very shy of using it.

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Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.

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Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.

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For what is worth in anything
But so much money as 't will bring?

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For those that run away and fly,
Take place at least o' the enemy.

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Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!

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Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.

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He ne'er consider'd it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.

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I am not now in fortune's power:
He that is down can fall no lower.

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