More quotes by Samuel Butler
Love is a boy by poets styl'd;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon 't.
For those that fly may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
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In the fields of observation chance favors only the prepared mind.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
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