The Poetical Works of Samuel Butler Volume N . 1

The Poetical Works of Samuel Butler Volume N . 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ...Supposures, hypothetical, That do but beg, and we may choose Either to grant them, or refuse. Much thou hast said, which I know when And where thou stolest from other men (Whereby 'tis plain thy Light and Gifts Are all but plagiary shifts): And is the same that Ranter said, Who, arguing with me, broke my head, And tore a handful of my beard. The self-same cavils then I heard, When, being in hot dispute about This controversy, we fell out; And what thou know'st I answer'd then Will serve to answer thee again. Quoth Ralpho, Nothing but th' abuse Of human learning you produce; Learning, that cobweb of the brain, Profane, erroneous, and vain; A trade of knowledge as replete As others are with fraud and cheat; An art t' incumber Gifts and Wit, 1343 And render both for nothing fit; Makes Light inactive, dull and troubled, Like little David in Saul's doublet; A cheat that scholars put upon Other men's reason and their own; A fort of error, to ensconce Absurdity and ignorance, 1350 That renders all the avenues To truth impervious and abstruse, By making plain things, in debate, By art perplex'd and intricate: For nothing goes for Sense, or Light, That will not with old rules jump right; As if rules were not in the schools Derived from truth, but truth from rules. This Pagan Heathenish invention Is good for nothing but contention: 1360 For as in sword-and-buckler fight, All blows do on the target light; So when men argue, the greatest part O' the contest falls on terms of art, Until the fustian stuff be spent, And then they fall to th' argument. Quoth Hudibras, Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable at last: For thou art fallen on a new Dispute, as senseless as untrue, 1370 But to the former opposite, And contrary as black to white; Mere disparata; more

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  • English
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