Jonathan Swift

I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.

I warrant you lay abed till the cows came home.

A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.

A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.

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.

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
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An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
money, and hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked,
"Why he would hoard up those round shining things that he could
make no use of?" "Why," said the jackdaw, "my master has a whole
chestfull, and makes no more use of them that I do."