Samuel Butler

(1612 - 1680 / England)

Samuel Butler Quotes

  • ''There is but one step from the Academy to the Fad.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 236 (1951).
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  • ''The better part of valour is indiscretion.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 165, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks (1951).
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  • ''There is no bore like a clever bore.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 255, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Justice is my being allowed to do whatever I like. Injustice is whatever prevents my doing so.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 56 (1951).
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Best Poem of Samuel Butler

Hudibras - The Lady's Answer To The Knight

That you're a beast, and turn'd to grass,
Is no strange news, nor ever was;
At least to me, who once you know,
Did from the pound replevin you,
When both your sword and spurs were won
In combat by an Amazon.
That sword, that did (like Fate) determine
Th' inevitable death of vermine,
And never dealt its furious blows,
But cut the throats of pigs and cows,
By TRULLA was, in single fight,
Disarm'd and wrested from its knight;
Your heels degraded of your spurs,
And in the stocks close prisoners;
Where still they'd lain, in base restraint,
If I, in pity...

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Sonnets On Miss Savage

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She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
Wrote moving letters to me day by day;
The more she wrote, the more unmoved was I,
The more she gave, the less could I repay.
Therefore I grieve, not that I was not loved,
But that, being loved, I could not love again.
I liked, but like and love are far removed;
Hard though I tried to love I tried in vain.

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