Samuel Butler

Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.

Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.

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

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

Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.

Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.

Such as take lodgings in a head
That's to be let unfurnished.

Such as take lodgings in a head
That's to be let unfurnished.