Poem by Samuel Butler

Fear

There needs no other charm, nor conjurer
To raise infernal spirits up, but fear;
That makes men pull their horns in, like a snail
That’s both a pris’ner to itself, and jail;
Draws more fantastic shapes, than in the grains
Of knotted wood, in some men’s crazy brains;
When all the cocks they think they see, and bulls,
Are only in the insides of their skulls.

1. Hypocrisy
2. The Godly
3. On a Club of Sots
4. Smatterers
5. Language of the Learned

Edith Nesbit Fear ("IF you were here")

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