Jonathan Swift

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.

Never sleeping, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak;
The delight of old and young,
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Never sleeping, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak;
The delight of old and young,
Though I speak without a tongue.
Nought but one thing can confound me,
Many voices joining round me,
Then I fret, and rave, and gabble,
Like the labourers of Babel.

They never would hear,
But turn the deaf ear,
As a matter they had no concern in.

They never would hear,
But turn the deaf ear,
As a matter they had no concern in.

When a true genius appears in this world you may know him by the sign that the dunces are all read more

When a true genius appears in this world you may know him by the sign that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

A man suffers death himself as often as he loses those dear to
him.

A man suffers death himself as often as he loses those dear to
him.