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.

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.

I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.

I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.

Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

The tucked-up sempstress walks hasty strides,
While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.

The tucked-up sempstress walks hasty strides,
While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.