Maxioms by Samuel Butler
We grant, although he had much wit,
H' was very shy of using it,
As being loth read more
We grant, although he had much wit,
H' was very shy of using it,
As being loth to wear it out,
And therefore bore it not about;
Unless on holy days or so,
As men their best apparel do.
So 'ere the storm of war broke out,
Religion spawn'd a various rout
Of petulant capricious sects,
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So 'ere the storm of war broke out,
Religion spawn'd a various rout
Of petulant capricious sects,
That maggots of corrupted texts,
That first run all religion down,
And after every swarm its own.
Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
'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?
