Maxioms by Jonathan Swift
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever read more
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.
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.
No preacher is listened to but time, which gives us the same train and turn of thought that elder people read more
No preacher is listened to but time, which gives us the same train and turn of thought that elder people have in vain tried to put into our heads before
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.
What some invent, the rest enlarge.
What some invent, the rest enlarge.
