Samuel Butler ( 10 of 155 )
Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow:
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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.
And still be doing, never done.
And still be doing, never done.
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.
Silence is not always tact, and it is tact that is golden, not silence.
Silence is not always tact, and it is tact that is golden, not silence.
For brevity is very good,
Where we are, or are not understood.
For brevity is very good,
Where we are, or are not understood.
God cannot alter the past, though historians can.
God cannot alter the past, though historians can.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
