Jonathan Swift

A sly piece of good luck, which nobody knows of is delightful.

A sly piece of good luck, which nobody knows of is delightful.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally
discover everybody's face but their own.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally
discover everybody's face but their own.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

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.