Maxioms by Samuel Butler
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches read more
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches and the gathers
Port-cannons, periwigs, and feathers.
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.
Through thick and thin.
Through thick and thin.
A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.
A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.
