...have no mind to ; Still so perverse and opposite As if they worshiped God for spite (xiv. 342. 1). The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack (xiv. 343. 7). For rhyme the rudder is of...

...1. Copy carefully. 2. Write from dictation. 3. Use the italicized words in sentences of your own. 1. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. — SAMUEL BUTLER. 2. 'Tis distance lends...

...melted lead for bullets, To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets; To whom he bore so fell a gratch, He ne'er gave quarter t' any such. The trenchant blade,...Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. The peaceful scabbard where it dwelt, The...

...that pass. It is time that we were at the wars, for our good swords will not bide in their scabbards. 'The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack.' You cannot think a thought but old Samuel...

...Line 206. Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Line 2is. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Line 359. For rhyme the rudder is of verses,...

...keep your cerebrum ever active or yon will find your brain in a few years like Hudibras' sword — "The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into Itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack." Certain it is that no one can stand still...

...for fight and dinner both. In it he melted lead for bullets To shoot at foes, and sometimes pullets, To whom he bore so fell a grutch He ne'er gave quarter to any such. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into...

...such. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And eat into it self, for lack Of some body to hew and hack. The peaceful Scabbard where it dwelt, The Rancor of its Edge had felt : For of the lower end two handful, It had devoured 'twas so...

...Canto vi, st, 5 Blade, — The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting had grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of some body to hew and hack,1 BUTLER, Hudibras, I, i, lines 359-362 Blai2e, — Good people all, with one accord, Lament for...

...hundred understand — " Both parties joined to do their best To damn the public interest " — or — " The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of some body to hew and hack." Although in some cases, like that of Byron,...