Maxioms by Jonathan Swift
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 say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a
porpoise.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a
porpoise.
A bad man becomes worse when he apes a saint.
A bad man becomes worse when he apes a saint.
Convey a libel in a frown.
And wink a reputation down!
Convey a libel in a frown.
And wink a reputation down!