Maxioms by Jonathan Swift
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.
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
[Lat., Libertas et natale solum.]
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
[Lat., Libertas et natale solum.]
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams
out of cucumbers, which were to be put read more
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams
out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically
sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers.
A sly piece of good luck, which nobody knows of is delightful.
A sly piece of good luck, which nobody knows of is delightful.
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.
