Maxioms by Samuel Butler
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.
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow:
Some kick'd read more
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow:
Some kick'd until they can feel whether
A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather.
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only read more
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
