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Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe, They sit, they l...
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Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss? How ta...
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So 'ere the storm of war broke out, Religion spawn'd a various rout Of petulant capricious sec...
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Synods are mystical Bear-gardens. Where Elders, Deputies, Church-wardens, And other Members of...
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'Tis not antiquity, nor author, That makes truth truth, altho' time's daughter.
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For truth is precious and divine; Too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
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Is not the winding up witnesses, And nicking, more than half the bus'ness? For witnesses, like...
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Your pettifoggers damn their souls, To share with knaves in cheating fools.
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Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Tho...
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He knew whats'ever 's to be known, But much more than he knew would own.
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Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
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Deep sighted in intelligence, Ideas, atoms, influences.
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He knew what's what, and that's as high As metaphysic wit can fly.
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But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no m...
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Nothing's more dull and negligent Than an old, lazy government, That knows no interest of stat...
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.
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He ne'er consider'd it as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth, And very wisely would lay fo...
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The truest characters of ignorance Are vanity, and pride, and annoyance.
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The trenchant blade Toledo trusty. For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself f...
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I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
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Men do not stumble over mountains, but over molehills.
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In mathematics he was greater Than Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater; For he, by geometric scale, ...
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And wisely tell what hour o' th' day The clock does strike by Algebra.
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A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like a turnip. There is nothing good ...
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In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind: And some,...
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The self-same thing they will abhor One way, and long another for.
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At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe: With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er, ...
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In a cottage I live, and the cot of content, Where a few little rooms for ambition too low, Ar...
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God never had a church but there, men say, The devil a chapel hath raised by some wiles, I dou...
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Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick (Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).
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Even from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
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Like feather-bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
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And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write.
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Authority is never without hate.
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He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains in place while all the lesser star...
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Authority intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates; The fumes of it invade the brain, ...
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I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers.
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He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse. He'd prove a buzzard is no fo...
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Whatever Sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.
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Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat; Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
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Cheered up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers.
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While I deduce, From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings, The symphony of spring.
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Cruel as death, and hungry at the grave.
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Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
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Let Zephyr only breathe And with her tresses play.
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For zeal's a dreadful termagant, That teaches saints to tear and cant.
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For now the field is not far off Where we must give the world a proof Of deeds, not words.
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He was in Logic, a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in Analytic; He could distinguish, and div...
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The worst of rebels never arm To do their king or country harm, But draw their swords to do th...
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Through thick and thin.
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Why should not Conscience have vacation As well as other Courts o' th' nation? Have equal powe...
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) Now let us thank th' eternal power, convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction: ...
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Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat.
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'Tis silence all, And pleasing expectation.
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H' had got a hurt O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.
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'Tis true no lover has that pow'r T' enforce a desperate amour, As he that has two strings t' ...
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Look before you ere you leap.
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This was the penn'worth of his thought.
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'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all That men divine and sacred call; For what is worth, in an...
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As if Religion were intended For nothing else but to be mended.
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What makes all doctrines plain and clear?-- About two hundred pounds a year. And that which wa...
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For his religion, it was fit To match his learning and his wit; 'Twas Presbyterian true blue; ...
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Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing.
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Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
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His fear was greater than his haste: For fear, though fleeter than the wind, Believes 'tis alw...
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Fear is an ague, that forsakes And haunts, by fits, those whom it takes; And they'll opine the...
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And as the French we conquer'd once, Now give us laws for pantaloons, The length of breeches a...
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) Truth's sacred fort th' exploded laugh shall win, And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley with a grin.
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So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) Of all the garden herbes none is of greater vertue than sage.
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He that is down can fall no lower.
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So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, Th...
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Soft-buzzing Slander; silly moths that eat An honest name.
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Of evening tinct, The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
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He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song.
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The oyster-women lock'd their fish up, And trudged away to cry, No Bishop.
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Videlicit, That each man swore to do his best To damn and perjure all the rest.
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Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang Shoots through...
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As you sow y' are like to reap.
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Invite the rook who high amid the boughs, In early spring, his airy city builds, And ceaseless...
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The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyles...
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The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prel...
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Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge, The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark, A...
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Scroundrel maxim.
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And pulpit, drum ecclesiastic, Was beat with fist instead of a stick.
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And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent...
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) If the husband once give way To his wife's capricious sway, For his breeches he next day ...
JAMES THOMSON 1 A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
JAMES THOMSON 1 Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
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Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
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Her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire; Beyond the pomp of dress; for ...
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Our greatest heritage is intangible.

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