Samuel Butler (poet) - Hudibras

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

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

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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;
Resolve, by sines and tangents straight,
If bread and butter wanted weight;
And wisely tell what hour o' th' day
The clock doth strike, by algebra.

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Great actions are not always true sons
Of great and mighty resolutions.

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And still be doing, never done:
As if Religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.

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But Hudibras gave him a twitch
As quick as lightning in the breech,
Just in the place where honour's lodg'd,
As wise philosophers have judg'd;
Because a kick in that part more
Hurts honour than deep wounds before.

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

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Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick,
Though he gave his name to our Old Nick.

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Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore;
Knew more than forty of them do,
As far as words and terms cou'd go.
All which he understood by rote
And, as occasion serv'd, would quote;
No matter whether right or wrong,
They might be either said or sung.
His notions fitted things so well,
That which was which he could not tell;
But oftentimes mistook th' one
For th' other, as great clerks have done.

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

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

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Still amorous and fond and billing,
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.

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And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic, Was beat with fist, instead of a stick.

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

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Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.

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

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He that imposes an oath makes it,
Not he that for convenience takes it;
Then how can any man be said
To break an oath he never made?

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And weave fine cobwebs, fit for skull
That's empty when the moon is full;
Such as take lodgings in a head
That's to be let unfurnished.

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For he could coin, or counterfeit
New words, with little or no wit;
Words so debas'd and hard, no stone
Was hard enough to touch them on;
And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em;
The ignorant for current took 'em;

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

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

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Why should not conscience have vacation
As well as other courts o' th' nation?

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A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.

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For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which like ships they steer their courses.

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