Maxioms by Samuel Butler
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
'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.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like
a turnip. There is nothing good read more
A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like
a turnip. There is nothing good of him but that which is
underground.
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.