Maxioms by Samuel Butler
To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.
To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.
He that will win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
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He that will win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
With one hand thrust the lady from,
And with the other pull her home.
With vollies of eternal babble.
With vollies of eternal babble.
Your pettifoggers damn their souls,
To share with knaves in cheating fools.
Your pettifoggers damn their souls,
To share with knaves in cheating fools.
Authority intoxicates,
And makes mere sots of magistrates;
The fumes of it invade the brain,
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Authority intoxicates,
And makes mere sots of magistrates;
The fumes of it invade the brain,
And make men giddy, proud, and vain.