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Dingley and Brent, Wherever they went,
Ne'er minded a word that was spoken; Whatever was said, They ne'er troubled their head,
But laugh'd at their own silly joking. Should Solomon wise In majesty rise,
And show them his wit and his learning; They never would hear, But turn the deaf ear,
As a matter they had no concern in. You tell a good jest, And please all the rest;
Comes Dingley, and asks you, what was it? And, curious to know, Away she will
To seek an old rag in the closet.
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745) was an Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for the Whigs, then for
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