In church your grandsire cut his throat; to do the job too long he tarried: he should have had my hearty vote… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
If it were a rainy day, a drunken vigil, a fit of the spleen, a course of physic, sleepy Sunday, an ill… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Wisdom is a fox who, after long hunting, will at last cost you the pains to dig out; it is a cheese,… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Neither are any wars so furious and bloody, or of so long continuance as those occasioned by difference in opinion, especially if… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I am of the level with common Astrologers; who, with an old paltry cant, and a few pot-hooks for planets to amuse… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Time is painted with a lock before, and bald behind, signifying thereby that we must take time by the forelock; for, when it is… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
“He said, he knew no reason why those who entertain opinions prejudicial to the public should be obliged to change, or should not be… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I with borrow'd silver shine, What you see is none of mine. First I show you but a quarter, Like the bow that guards… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
The best Maxim I know in this life is, to drink your Coffee when you can, and when you cannot, to be easy without… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
A forward critic often dupes us With sham quotations peri hupsos, And if we have not read Longinus, Will magisterially outshine us. Then, lest… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Ale is meat, drink and cloth; it will make a cat speak and a wise man dumb. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
All fits of pleasure are balanced by an equal degree of pain or languor; it is like spending this year part of the next… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
