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.
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.
I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
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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.
