Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)

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As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew

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His Grace! impossible! what, dead!

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Let me thy Properties explain

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Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach

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Stella this day is thirty-four

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The Thresher Duck, could o’er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail

This day, whate’er the Fates decree

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When beasts could speak (the learned say

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Ye poets ragged and forlorn