«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A modern politician: ... He believes there is no way of thriving so easy and certain as to grow rich by defrauding the public; for public thieveries are more safe and less prosecuted than private, like robberies committed between sun and sun,... For all the difficulty lies in being trusted, and when he has obtained that, the business does itself; and if he should happen to be questioned and called to an account, a pardon is as cheap as a paymaster's fee, not above fourteenpence in the pound...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
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«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A small poet: ... He makes nothing of writing plays, because he has not wit enough to understand the difficulty... Where he thinks he may do it safely, he will confidently own other men's writing... For similitudes, he likes the hardest and most obscure best; for as ladies wear black patches to make their complexions seem fairer than they are, so when an illustration is more obscure than the sense that went before it, it must of necessity make it appear clearer than it did, for contraries are best set off with contraries...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A news-monger: Is a retailer of rumour that takes up upon trust and sells as cheap as he buys. He deals in a perishable commodity that will not keep; for if it be not fresh it lies upon his hands and will yield nothing. True or false is all one to him; for novelty being the grace of both, a truth grows stale as soon as a lie; and as a slight suit will last as well as a better while the fashion holds, a lie serves as well as truth till new ones come up. He is little concerned whether it be good or bad, for that does not make it more or less news; and, if there be any difference, he loves the bad best, because it is said to come soonest; for he would willingly bear his share in any public calamity to have the pleasure of hearing and telling it...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A play writer: ... Nothing encourages him more in his undertaking than his ignorance, for he has not wit enough to understand so much as the difficulty of what he attempts; therefore he runs on boldly like a foolhardy wit, and Fortune, that favours fools and the bold, sometimes takes notice of him for his double capacity, and receives him into her good graces. He has one motive more, and that is the concurrent ignorant judgment of the present age, in which his sottish fopperies pass with applause, like Oliver Cromwell's oratory among fanatics of his own canting inclination. He finds it easier to write in rhyme than prose, for the world being over-charged with romances, he finds his plots, passions, and repartees ready made to his hand, and if he can but turn them into rhyme the thievery is disguised, and they pass for his own wit and invention...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A libeller: ... All his works treat but of two things, his own malice and another man's faults, both which he describes in very proper and pertinent language. He is not much concerned whether what he writes be true or false; that's nothing to his purpose, which aims only at filthy and bitter, and therefore his language is, like pictures of the devil, the fouler the better. He robs a man of his good name, not for any good it will do him (for he dares not own it), but merely, as a jackdaw steals money, for his pleasure... He deals with a man as the Spanish Inquisition does with heretics, clothes him in a coat painted with hellish shapes of fiends, and so shows him to the rabble to render him the more odious...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A modern critic: ... He is a committee-man in the commonwealth of letters, and as great a tyrant, so is not bound to proceed but by his own rules, which he will not endure to be disputed. He has been an apocryphal scribbler himself; but his writings wanting authority, he grew discontent and turned apostate, and thence becomes so severe to those of his own profession. He never commends anything but in opposition to something else that he would undervalue, and commonly sides with the weakest, which is generous anywhere but in judging. He is worse than an index expurgatorius; for he blots out all, and when he cannot find a fault, makes one...».
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A hunter: Is an auxiliary hound that assists one nation of beasts to subdue and overrun another... He takes very great pains in his way, but calls it game and sport because it is to no purpose; and he is willing to make as much of it as he can, and not be thought to bestow so much labour and pains about nothing. Let the hare take which way she will, she seldom fails to lead him at long-running to the alehouse, where he meets with an after-game of delight in making up a narrative...».
Fuente: [Morley] (1891).
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
«Caracteres» (en Remains 1759-obra póstuma)
Original: «A lawyer: Is a retailer of justice that uses false lights, false weights, and false measures. He measures right and wrong by his retaining fee, and, like a French duellist, engages on that side that first bespeaks him, though it be against his own brother; not because it is right, but merely upon a punctilio of profit, which is better than honour to him, because riches will buy nobility, and nobility nothing, as having no intrinsic value... He believes it no fault in himself to err in judgment, because that part of the law belongs to the judge and not to him...».
Fuente: [Morley] (1891).
Fuente: Remains, vol. 2 (1759)
Samuel Butler (poeta): Frases en inglés
“Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to”
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 189
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: For his Religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
For he was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true Church Militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery;
And prove their doctrine orthodox
By apostolic blows and knocks;
Call fire and sword and desolation,
A godly thorough reformation,
Which always must be carried on,
And still be doing, never done;
As if religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
A sect, whose chief devotion lies
In odd perverse antipathies;
In falling out with that or this,
And finding somewhat still amiss;
More peevish, cross, and splenetick,
Than dog distract, or monkey sick.
That with more care keep holy-day
The wrong, than others the right way;
Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to:
Still so perverse and opposite,
As if they worshipp'd God for spite.
The self-same thing they will abhor
One way, and long another for.
Free-will they one way disavow,
Another, nothing else allow:
All piety consists therein
In them, in other men all sin...
“Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore;”
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 131
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore;
Knew more than forty of them do,
As far as words and terms cou'd go.
All which he understood by rote
And, as occasion serv'd, would quote;
No matter whether right or wrong,
They might be either said or sung.
His notions fitted things so well,
That which was which he could not tell;
But oftentimes mistook th' one
For th' other, as great clerks have done.
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: He cou'd foretel whats'ever was
By consequence to come to pass;
As death of great men, alterations,
Diseases, battles, inundations.
All this, without th' eclipse o' th' sun,
Or dreadful comet, he hath done,
By inward light; away as good,
And easy to be understood;
But with more lucky hit than those
That use to make the stars depose,
Like Knights o' th' post, and falsely charge
Upon themselves what others forge:
As if they were consenting to
All mischiefs in the world men do:
Or, like the Devil, did tempt and sway 'em
To rogueries, and then betray 'em.
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, first lines
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: When civil fury first grew high,
And men fell out, they knew not why;
When hard words, jealousies, and fears,
Set folks together by the ears,
And made them fight, like mad or drunk,
For Dame Religion, as for punk; Whose honesty they all durst swear for,
Though not a man of them knew wherefore:
When Gospel-Trumpeter, surrounded
With long-ear'd rout, to battle sounded,
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist, instead of a stick;
Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling,
And out he rode a colonelling.
“All piety consists therein
In them, in other men all sin…”
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 189
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: For his Religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
For he was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true Church Militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery;
And prove their doctrine orthodox
By apostolic blows and knocks;
Call fire and sword and desolation,
A godly thorough reformation,
Which always must be carried on,
And still be doing, never done;
As if religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
A sect, whose chief devotion lies
In odd perverse antipathies;
In falling out with that or this,
And finding somewhat still amiss;
More peevish, cross, and splenetick,
Than dog distract, or monkey sick.
That with more care keep holy-day
The wrong, than others the right way;
Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to:
Still so perverse and opposite,
As if they worshipp'd God for spite.
The self-same thing they will abhor
One way, and long another for.
Free-will they one way disavow,
Another, nothing else allow:
All piety consists therein
In them, in other men all sin...
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
Contexto: We idly sit, like stupid blockheads,
Our hands committed to our pockets,
And nothing but our tongues at large,
To get the wretches a discharge:
Like men condemn'd to thunder-bolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts;
Or fools besotted with their crimes,
That know not how to shift betimes,
And neither have the hearts to stay,
Nor wit enough to run away.
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 81
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope;
And when he happen'd to break off
I' th' middle of his speech, or cough,
H' had hard words, ready to show why,
And tell what rules he did it by;
Else, when with greatest art he spoke,
You'd think he talk'd like other folk,
For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 189
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: For his Religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
For he was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true Church Militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery;
And prove their doctrine orthodox
By apostolic blows and knocks;
Call fire and sword and desolation,
A godly thorough reformation,
Which always must be carried on,
And still be doing, never done;
As if religion were intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
A sect, whose chief devotion lies
In odd perverse antipathies;
In falling out with that or this,
And finding somewhat still amiss;
More peevish, cross, and splenetick,
Than dog distract, or monkey sick.
That with more care keep holy-day
The wrong, than others the right way;
Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to:
Still so perverse and opposite,
As if they worshipp'd God for spite.
The self-same thing they will abhor
One way, and long another for.
Free-will they one way disavow,
Another, nothing else allow:
All piety consists therein
In them, in other men all sin...
“For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.”
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 81
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope;
And when he happen'd to break off
I' th' middle of his speech, or cough,
H' had hard words, ready to show why,
And tell what rules he did it by;
Else, when with greatest art he spoke,
You'd think he talk'd like other folk,
For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.
“What did we else, but make a vow
To do we know not what, nor how?”
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: They'll say our bus'ness, to reform
The Church and State, is but a worm;
For to subscribe, unsight, unseen,
To an unknown Church-discipline,
What is it else, but before-hand
T'engage, and after understand?
For when we swore to carry on
The present Reformation,
According to the purest mode
Of Churches best reformed abroad,
What did we else, but make a vow
To do we know not what, nor how?
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Canto I, line 131
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore;
Knew more than forty of them do,
As far as words and terms cou'd go.
All which he understood by rote
And, as occasion serv'd, would quote;
No matter whether right or wrong,
They might be either said or sung.
His notions fitted things so well,
That which was which he could not tell;
But oftentimes mistook th' one
For th' other, as great clerks have done.
Samuel Butler (poet)
Hudibras
Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Contexto: They'll say our bus'ness, to reform
The Church and State, is but a worm;
For to subscribe, unsight, unseen,
To an unknown Church-discipline,
What is it else, but before-hand
T'engage, and after understand?
For when we swore to carry on
The present Reformation,
According to the purest mode
Of Churches best reformed abroad,
What did we else, but make a vow
To do we know not what, nor how?
“Each window like a pill'ry appears,
With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears.”
Canto III, line 391
Fuente: Hudibras, Part II (1664)
“Friend Ralph, thou hast
Outrun the constable at last.”
Canto III, line 1367
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.”
Canto III, line 263
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Canto III, line 1065
Fuente: Hudibras, Part II (1664)
“And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.”
Canto I, line 647
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!”
Canto III, line 1
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“He ne'er consider'd it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.”
Canto I, line 490
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.”
Canto I, line 93
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick,
Though he gave his name to our Old Nick.”
Canto I, line 1313
Fuente: Hudibras, Part III (1678)
“Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.”
Canto I, line 309
Fuente: Hudibras, Part II (1664)
“Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.”
Canto III, line 1011
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.”
Canto III, line 1145
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.”
Canto III, line 589
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
“We grant, although he had much wit,
He was very shy of using it.”
Canto I, line 45
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Canto I, line 359
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Canto I, line 119
Fuente: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Canto I, line 23
Fuente: Hudibras, Part II (1664)
“He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no.”
Canto III, line 261
Fuente: Hudibras, Part II (1664)