Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Quotes from Part I — Samuel Butler
1612–1680 England
35 quotes
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat!
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."
Like feather bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
I 'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.
For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
I am not now in fortune's power:
He that is down can fall no lower.
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.
Friend Ralph, thou hast
Outrun the constable at last.
He ne'er consider'd it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.
For those that run away and fly,
Take place at least o' the enemy.
Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.
While the honour thou hast got
Is spick and span new.
All piety consists therein
In them, in other men all sin...
He knew what 's what, and that 's as high
As metaphysic wit can fly.
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