Maxioms by Samuel Butler
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.
The Bible may be the truth, but it is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
The Bible may be the truth, but it is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.
Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.
'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all
That men divine and sacred call;
For what is worth, read more
'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all
That men divine and sacred call;
For what is worth, in anything,
But so much money as 't will bring?