Maxioms by Samuel Butler
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.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
'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?
