Maxioms by Samuel Butler
Whatever I can say or do.
I'm sure not much avails;
I shall still Vicar be of read more
Whatever I can say or do.
I'm sure not much avails;
I shall still Vicar be of Bray,
Whichever side prevails.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon't.
Through thick and thin.
Through thick and thin.
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.
He could raise scruples dark and nice,
And after solve 'em in a trice;
As if Divinity read more
He could raise scruples dark and nice,
And after solve 'em in a trice;
As if Divinity had catch'd
The itch, on purpose to be scratched.
