Jonathan Swift

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
money, and hide them in a read more

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
money, and hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked,
"Why he would hoard up those round shining things that he could
make no use of?" "Why," said the jackdaw, "my master has a whole
chestfull, and makes no more use of them that I do."

I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house read more

I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land, set out to plant a wood.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

What some invent the rest enlarge.

What some invent the rest enlarge.

The rolling fictions grow in strength and size,
Each author adding to the former lies.

The rolling fictions grow in strength and size,
Each author adding to the former lies.